The God of Heavens

Chapter 282 The overall situation has been decided
Yujing City, the Imperial Palace.

The palace has now completely changed its masters. Lin Yu sat on the dragon throne in the study, playing with an imperial seal.

This "Imperial Seal of Heaven," passed down from ancient times, representing the state and its people, is now in his hands.

Of course, it wasn't just the Imperial Seal; he also captured the Creation Boat and Yang Pan. After all, he was just an ordinary emperor of the Great Thousand World. Without the unwavering loyalty of Hong Xuanji, the Son of the Great Thousand World and the inheritor of the Dao of Creation, he would be no different from the feudal emperors of the past.

As for things like great talent, exceptional intelligence, and shrewdness, those are all nonsense. Anyone can develop those qualities by sitting in that position, unless they are mentally deficient or deliberately slacking off.

Yang Pan was the same; he even chose Hong Xuanji to inherit the Dao of Creation, but Hong Xuanji then passed it on to Yang Pan.

However, the Ship of Creation was destroyed in this battle, and many of its formations were damaged. Yang Pan's years of efforts were in vain, and now it can only stay in Lin Yu's Primordial Heavenly Gate. It seems that restoration is a long way off.

Of course, Lin Yu wouldn't bother repairing such a giant ship. Instead, he would analyze the principles and theories within it and then integrate them into the Primordial Heavenly Gate.

The King of Divine Artifacts is equivalent to the artifact for proving one's path; having one is enough.

As Lin Yu pondered, he reached out and picked up the food to taste. The dishes in front of him were not only exquisitely presented, but their aroma was also incredibly tempting.

The most special thing is the main dish, with silver threads intertwined among the white rice grains. It is the ancient and unique Lantian Silver Thread Rice that is exclusive to Dachan Temple.

Although not as precious as Longya rice, it is still a rare delicacy in the world.

"The overall situation is settled," Lin Yu thought to himself.
"But the crucial part is yet to come!"

Although he didn't inherit a complete mess, there were still hidden dangers. Fifty years after the founding of the Great Qian Dynasty, the country was booming, but some small factions were also beginning to grow stronger.

The Great Qian Dynasty was simply too vast, with a population of billions. Using the classical methods of governance would undoubtedly be extremely difficult, which gave local officials a great deal of room to exploit.

Although the imperial court once swept through the martial world and banned countless sects and forces, many of them not only did not perish, but instead went into hiding even deeper.

After these local underworld forces were wiped out, they colluded with powerful figures, providing them with benefits. This led to the increasing power of the local governors, who gradually began to rival the central government.

In addition, there were some powerful civil officials, many of whom were backed by ancient aristocratic families who acted as their spokespeople, as well as the empress and concubines of Emperor Qian Yang Pan, each of whom had their own ulterior motives and were not to be trifled with.

As for his brothers who were not yet powerful enough, they were easy to deal with. After all, no one else could rise to power like him, as if they had cheated. Even Emperor Qian was dumbfounded and exclaimed that this could not possibly be his fourth son.

However, there was a positive side as well. He had looted the treasures of the Great Zen Temple and the Dragon's Tomb, as well as the subordinates of several saintly family heads. He had more money than he could spend, enough for the Great Qian Dynasty to spend for decades.

Although the money cannot be spent all at once, as long as we proceed step by step according to Yang Pan's original plan, reduce taxes and corvée labor, suppress powerful and influential figures, restrain local forces, promote talented people from humble backgrounds, and treat the common people kindly, the Great Qian Dynasty will be able to operate smoothly and enjoy long-term stability.

As Lin Yu was pondering, a low voice came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, this servant Wang Tao requests an audience—"

"Come in," Lin Yu said.

Wang Tao, the Grand Eunuch of the Six Palaces, walked in. He was tense and his aura was restrained, as firm as a stone.

On a midsummer night, the temperature in the imperial city was regulated by a magic array, and a warm breeze blew, making it only slightly hot. However, this person felt completely cold inside.

Even though he had cultivated to the level of a Martial Saint and could roam freely throughout the world, he dared not be the slightest bit presumptuous in front of Lin Yu.

Wang Tao lowered his head, his mind uneasy. Having served Emperor Qian for many years, he was all too familiar with his master's aura.

However, ever since that great battle that shook the capital, he felt that the supreme ruler was shrouded in mystery.

The familiar aura of the past has become elusive, and this unfathomable pressure is far more unsettling than the mere presence of an emperor.

"His Majesty must be furious because of the assassin incident?"

When Wang Tao stepped into the study, his eyes caught sight of the food on the table.

"For decades, thieves have been constantly infiltrating the imperial city, but this is the first time His Majesty has personally taken action. I wonder if the assassins have been caught."

"Tell me, what happened this time?"

Lin Yu put down the food in his hand and looked at the chief eunuch, asking slowly.

"Your Majesty, when the assassins attacked the city, there were also sounds of fighting coming from the Marquis of Wuwen's residence. When this servant rushed to investigate, he found the Marquis of Wuwen..."

Wang Tao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he found himself unable to continue.

"Hmm? How is Marquis Wuwen?"

Lin Yu paused slightly as he lightly scraped the teacup, and spoke casually, yet with an undeniable air of authority and majesty.

"thump!"

Wang Tao's heart trembled, and he involuntarily knelt down, saying:
"Marquis Wu Wen has disappeared!"

The tea lid touched the rim of the cup, making a crisp "ding" sound.

silence.

A suffocating silence filled the hall. Wang Tao lay prostrate on the ground, even his breathing was cautious.

After a long silence, a calm voice came from above: "I understand."

"The slave obeys the order."

Wang Tao felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was about to leave when he said, "Tomorrow's morning court session will proceed as usual."

This seemingly casual remark sent a shiver down Wang Tao's spine. He dared not utter another word and bowed as he withdrew from the study.

The moment the palace doors closed, he realized with a start that his robes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Yang Qian, if you continue to act under your father's identity, why don't you just ascend the throne?"

The void twisted, and the figures of Dragon Girl Ao Luan and Star Eyes appeared from the Primordial Heavenly Gate.

"Furthermore, Hong Xuanji has also escaped from Yujing City. Will this have a negative impact? What if he contacts the local governors to come to the emperor's aid?"

"You don't need to worry about Hong Xuanji. He has some luck on him, and it's not time to reap it yet, which is why I deliberately let him go."

Lin Yu said calmly,
"The matter of local forces supporting the emperor is also part of my plan. With Yang Pan's identity in hand, not many people will believe Hong Xuanji's nonsense."

Even if some people are confused, we have the Primordial Heavenly Gate in our hands, allowing us to teleport freely throughout the vast world. If anyone rebels, we can use them as a warning to others.

This is also why he used Yang Pan's identity. After all, his status as the fourth prince lacked prestige and he had few powerful allies.

If we reveal it rashly, the Great Qian Dynasty will probably be thrown into chaos, and the number of people who die will be far more than just a few.

He wouldn't act rashly and think that breaking the Ark of Creation would make him invincible and everyone would listen to him; that would be the most foolish idea.

Unless Lin Yu uses his conversion technique to turn everyone into puppets to eliminate all disputes, those who want to engage in underhanded tactics will still do so.

"Let's go, let's go see the Ark of Creation."

Lin Yu left behind an immortal primordial spirit avatar to handle government affairs, opened the Primordial Heavenly Gate, and stepped inside.

Within the Heavenly Gate, the sky is high and the earth is vast, with an endless space stretching for over ten thousand li, forming a layout of a round heaven and a square earth.

Above their heads, a fiery red sphere rotated, transforming into a blazing sun in space, showering down boundless light.

These are fragments of the divine stone that gave birth to Lin Yu's immortal avatar. He gathered them together and refined them into a fire pill, which was then used to ignite the celestial fire, unleashing its amazing power.

This not only made the space of the Primordial Heavenly Gate more solid and indestructible, but also purified the minds and bodies of the inhabitants within, eliminating their inner demons.

In such a pristine environment, the speed of cultivation can be described as rapid as a thousand miles a day.

The group arrived at a strange field that was ten acres in size.

The fields displayed a vibrant array of colors, exuding a rich, earthy fragrance, brimming with life. Beside them, in a small pond, the water was viscous like ancient stalactites, or like molten jade, glistening and translucent.

In the fields, the rice grains, like sharp swords, are stuck in the soil, and from a distance, they look like a solemn "sword mound".

Fan Yuntao hovered in mid-air, with the Immortal Jade Pendant spinning above his head. He used his magic to summon rolling dark clouds, within which thunder was brewing and life was bursting forth.

At this moment, he was like an ancient thunder god, summoning clouds and rain to nourish all things.

The other three patriarchs led the Taoist priests of the Witchcraft and Ghost Path in their work in the fields. They carefully tended to each grain of Dragon Tooth Rice. Although this did not increase their Taoist cultivation, its effect on their mental state was immeasurable.

It is foreseeable that when the Longya rice matures and is harvested, these caretakers will reap huge rewards.

The monk Jingren carried a small jade hoe, a rare smile on his face. He carefully tended to the soil, his mind seemingly merging with the earth and the seeds.

"More than 900 seedlings have been planted, and they will soon take root and sprout."

Dragon Girl Ao Luan gazed at the field, her eyes filled with anticipation. "There are still a hundred seeds left. I really want to taste the Dragon Tooth Rice."

As a half-dragon, the food of the Primordial Heavenly Dragon held an irresistible allure for her.

"When the harvest is plentiful, everyone will have a share," Lin Yu said with a smile. "Now that the Great Qian Dynasty is under our control, the resources will be inexhaustible in the future."

He then encouraged several heads of prominent families, giving these men even more motivation, before heading to the place where the Ship of Creation was moored.

This colossal ship, ten miles long and entirely black, stood eighteen stories high, resembling the chariot of celestial kings as they surveyed the heavens and the universe.

It exudes an unparalleled majesty that surpasses all heavens, and even the supreme ruler cannot conceal its brilliance before it.

However, at this moment, the ship's hull was covered with fist marks and holes, and the runes were flickering. A sword mark that pierced through the entire ship and reached its core was particularly shocking.

The sword intent, as blazing as the sun, relentlessly suppressed the giant ship, shattering all the runes on it.

Lin Yu and the others traversed the decks and arrived at the "Heavenly Crystal" pivot point on the highest level. This was the control center for all the formations of the Creation Ship, and also the most crucial location of the entire divine vessel.

"Throughout its entirety, the Creation Ship possessed the Nine Heavens, Nine Earths, and Nine Extremes Magnetic Array, which almost swept across the heavens and the earth. If it hadn't been damaged in a collision with the Eternal Kingdom of Dream God Machine, I might not have been able to seize this ship."

The Ark of Creation is a divine artifact wielded by the ancient Yang God, the Daoist of Creation; the Eternal Kingdom is the supreme treasure of another ancient Yang God, "Tai".

Both of these kings of artifacts have flaws.

Even with Meng Shenji and Yang Pan's best efforts to repair them, they could not recreate their former glory in the hands of the ancient Yang God.

After all, they were not true Yang Gods and could hardly reach that level.

(End of this chapter)