In the wild, the number of players is temporarily fixed at two million.
Due to the limited area of Xinhuo Island, Zheng Dong stopped recruiting people.
He used most of his divine power to open up new maps of the ancient world.
During this period, Zheng Dong accumulated more than 600,000 magical powers.
There is only less than 400,000 gaps between him and his goal of one million divine powers.
Four hundred thousand points of divine power can be accumulated in twenty days with the number of players in the prehistoric era.
Not to mention that he still has believers from other worlds who can collect divine power.
Of course, compared to the huge number of players, believers from another world are really nothing.
In Xinhuo Town, a group of top players like Li Zhouji have broken through to the late stage of physical training.
Especially Ning Daoxuan, who has already practiced one hundred and six exercises.
Zheng Dong estimated that he would be able to reach the advanced stage of physical training in less than three days.
When he reaches the late stage of physical training, it will be the day when Zheng Dong opens a new map.
The development of Honghuang is not what surprises Zheng Dong the most.
What excites him the most is Crescent Island.
On the Crescent Island Plain, most of the newly built city has been completed.
Around the city, eleven plantations are located, and in addition, new plantations are being opened.
In order to support the construction of Crescent Island, Allen even used sailboats to transport several groups of farmers from the territory to help build plantations.
This is also the reason why eleven plantations were completed in just one month.
The average area of each plantation is more than 1,000 acres, and the eleven plantations cover an area of 11,000 acres.
The elixir plantation of more than 10,000 acres requires more than 2,000 laborers to take care of it solely by manual labor.
This other world is not the earth, and there is no such thing as mechanized farming.
Everything relies on manual labor.
Fortunately, this time Allen not only brought a group of temple priests from Lanport Town, but also a large number of iron farm tools and city construction tools.
These tools can be said to solve Crescent Island's urgent needs.
Zheng Dong concentrated his consciousness into a plantation.
Looking around, the plantation is filled with patches of light blue magic medicine.
In the scattered ravines, the indigenous people and farmers from Langang Town were constantly busy as they shuttled back and forth.
On the ridge of the field, a temple priest wearing a white robe slowly raised his right hand.
Judging from her back, she should be a slim female temple priest.
Her long silver-white hair is very eye-catching, and her pointed ears peek out from her long hair, revealing that she is not a human being, but the moon elf Elise.
She lived up to Zheng Dong's expectations and became a temple priest under his command.
Moreover, compared to other temple priests, her qualifications are quite outstanding.
"Little Spiritual Rain Technique!"
She opened her cherry mouth and whispered.
As the magic was being used, Zheng Dong found that ten points of his divine power had been deducted.
In the sky, a cloud began to gather, and then, white light rain drifted down from the clouds.
The casting range of the Little Spiritual Rain Technique is very wide, and the entire area of nearly a hundred acres is covered in light rain.
Inside the plantation.
The potion seeds shrouded in light rain seemed to be enchanted and grew crazily.
From the originally bare black magic soil, light blue sprouts broke out one after another, and then grew wildly.
In just a few moments, it grew to nearly thirty centimeters tall.
Zheng Dong knew that the magic potion grown in this plantation was bluebell. The height of mature bluebell is about fifty centimeters, which is half a meter high.
Only one use of the Little Spiritual Rain technique made it grow three-fifths of its height.
Theoretically speaking, using the Little Spiritual Rain technique twice can directly make the bluebell mature.
This speed, compared to the normal three-month planting time, is almost like a failure.
After casting Xiaolingyu, Elise's face turned pale for a while.
Apparently, she had overdone her magic today.
"Elise!"
Zheng Dong's voice sounded in Elise's mind.
Hearing Zheng Dong's voice, Elise's originally pale face immediately turned red.
Regardless of the muddy soil of the plantation, she knelt down directly on the ground, touched her chest with her right hand, and said piously: "I listen to your teachings, great God!"
Inside the plantation.
When the farmers and natives saw the temple priest kneeling down, they all followed him to the ground.
"Have you forgotten what I said? Don't use magic too much every day."
"Great God, I..."
Elise kowtowed: "I violated your will and am willing to accept your punishment."
Zheng Dong was a little helpless. Now that he knew that the God of Truth had set up authority, he probably also wanted to protect the temple priests from casting spells indiscriminately.
After all, the priests of the temple are a group of fanatical believers. In order to contribute to the gods, even if they sacrifice their lives, it is a matter of supreme honor to them.
If permissions are not set, wouldn’t these temple priests all die of overwork?
Thinking of this, Zheng Dong decided to also set permissions for these temple priests.
Sure enough, the God of Truth's method of developing believers was derived from countless experiences, and it was indeed a bit blind and arrogant for him to change it rashly.
Fortunately, Zheng Dong realized his mistake in time.
A first-level temple priest can only cast divine spells ten times in a day.
Zheng Dong immediately changed the divine power usage rights of the temple priests.
After changing the permissions, Zheng Dong said to Elise: "Get up, I don't mean to blame you."
Hearing the voice in her head, Elise stood up in fear.
"Elise, how is the potion growing in the plantation?"
Although he could check it himself, Zheng Dong still chose to ask.
"Great God, a batch of common potion herbs such as bluebells in the plantation have matured, with a yield of 1,103,420 plants."
"One million and one million plants."
Zheng Dong thought to himself: "In other words, 1.1 million Huanglong Pills can be refined. These are just ordinary magic medicine materials. When the extraordinary medicine matures, it will be truly terrifying.
This Crescent Island is really a treasure."
However, such abnormal output is related to Zheng Dong's Little Spiritual Rain Technique. Without the Little Spiritual Rain Technique, the output of magic medicine would have been reduced by dozens of times.
But even if it is reduced by dozens of times, the output is still exaggerated.
No wonder Viscount Winter is desperately trying to occupy this island. Not to mention Viscount Winter, Marquis de Saine will probably come to snatch it himself if he knows about it.