Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

Li Shimin suddenly stood up from the dragon throne, slammed his hand on the control panel, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

The hard steel countertop emitted a piercing physical roar.

The pure gold incense burner next to it was shaken and rolled to the ground.

Dark red ash was scattered all over the ground.

The old man's chest heaved violently.

He stared at the surveillance footage on the main control screen showing someone tearing apart a mech in the street.

Dragon eyes wide open.

Deep in his eyes was a livid, chilling color born of fear.

This deep-seated fear of emperors.

In this minute.

Like a cold, venomous snake.

It bit into every one of his central nervous systems.

He finally realized that this uncontrolled virtual technology was a hundred times more terrifying than the private armies of the powerful families of the past.

Even when a powerful family's private army rebelled, he was still able to mobilize the Great Snow Dragon Riders to bombard their mountain peaks with heavy artillery.

But the sorcery before my eyes...

But it happened silently.

The rationality that directly destroyed the foundation of the Tang Dynasty.

They turned those originally docile people into fearless, walking corpses.

"It's outrageous! Everything's in chaos!"

Li Shimin roared in a hoarse voice, the wide sleeves of his dragon robe whistling through the air.

"These lowlifes and peasants."

Today, you dare to smash my security mechs with a brick?

Tomorrow, will I have to sneak into the Daming Palace and format my dragon throne as well?

This so-called metaverse is not a wealth myth at all; it's a Pandora's box that will destroy everything!

The resurgence of the tyrannical mindset of the old era.

Within this millisecond.

In the old man's reason, which had been completely destroyed by panic, he brazenly seized the absolute high ground.

He doesn't consider any economic closed loop at all, nor does he care about any industrial transformation.

The most instinctive tactics of feudal emperors.

It means using the coldest and most violent absolute power to crush all emerging and uncontrollable things into the soil.

"Issue my imperial decree! Send an oral message to Xu Xiao, the commander of the Imperial Guards!"

Li Shimin suddenly turned around.

His hands rested absently on the offline control panel.

In a state of extreme panic, Li Shimin issued the most extreme "one-size-fits-all" order.

"Immediately mobilize the entire army across the territory."

Physically seal off all supercomputer rooms in the West Market, South City, and even in all prefectures!

Forcefully and physically sever all metaverse servers in the entire Tang Dynasty and destroy all holographic helmets!

Anyone who secretly possesses the glowing box will be punished for treason, and their entire clan will be confiscated!

The old man swung his large hand hard across the Tai Chi steps.

That fat face, filled with tyranny, was radiating an almost obsessive majesty.

"I would rather the Tang Dynasty revert to the era of oxcarts without electric grids."

We will absolutely not allow these madmen with their iron hats to shake the eternal rule of my Li Dynasty!

Wang De knelt on the ground, trembling with fear at the overwhelming murderous rage. He scrambled to press the special-grade communication button.

"Your Majesty! This is unacceptable! You are digging up the very foundation of our Great Tang Dynasty!"

Just as the Imperial Guards were preparing to move, Wu Zetian rushed into the main hall and stopped them.

Her holographic projection, formed from the condensation of the blue spectrum, appeared within that microsecond.

It crashed almost horizontally in front of Li Shimin's dragon desk.

The ion flow on the projected surface fluctuates excessively due to emotions.

It emitted a dense array of chaotic electric arcs.

It emitted a sharp, hissing whistle.

"Get out of my way! You vixen, if you dare obstruct me again, I'll cancel your highest-ranking ID at the Central Bank as well!"

Li Shimin's eyes suddenly widened.

His right finger pointed at Wu Meiniang's nose, his face flushed red with rage.

"Look outside! Almost all the constables in the city are dead!"

If the power isn't cut off soon, Chang'an will turn into a ghost town inhabited by madmen!

"Your Majesty, if you were to suddenly switch off the power now, the Tang Dynasty would truly be doomed!"

Wu Zetian's phoenix eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her cold voice brought a chilling sensation to the deathly silent hall.

Her slender, data-driven fingers suddenly pulled in mid-air.

A global deep neuron monitoring chart instantly unfolded on the holographic screen in the center of the hall.

The green dots that twinkled on it formed a vast sea of ​​stars that was impossible to count.

"Your Majesty, please open your eyes and take a good look at these underlying data!"

Wu Meiniang's voice cracked slightly due to her excessive urgency.

She pointed to the flashing modules that represented mortal consciousness.

"Due to the recent displays of wealth and the myth of a comeback, there are now a total of four million people in the entire Tang Dynasty."

He is completely connecting his brain to the illegal mainnet of the Gongshu family!

She pointed out that if the power were forcibly cut off now, the millions of people immersed in the deep-sea submersible would instantly suffer brain death, and the Tang Dynasty would face a catastrophe worthy of national annihilation.

The kind of mental tsunami triggered by gravity melting.

On Wu Zetian's calculation chart.

It turned into a terrifying, blood-red waterfall.

"A power outage takes only one microsecond."

But when that microsecond-long command was issued, it affected the strongest blacksmiths and all the weavers in every workshop of the entire Tang Dynasty.

Even the lowest-level labor force in the four hundred pillar workshops of Guanzhong Province.

Their brains would be burned into idiots within a fraction of a millisecond by a pulse of electrical current!

Changsun Wuji, who was listening from the side, felt his vision blur.

With a thud, he collapsed onto the wine-stained carpet, utterly exhausted.

The flesh on his fat face twitched incessantly.

"Four million...four million people turned into living dead?"

Good heavens! Won't all the iron mines and granaries in our Tang Dynasty be turned into barren wastelands by tomorrow morning?

Fang Xuanling also had a dry, pursed mouth, clutching his court tablet.

The two old eyes were filled with an absolute powerlessness in the face of a dimensional reduction disaster.

This kind of one-size-fits-all management thinking.

Faced with the cold logic of the algorithmic world.

It was smashed to pieces.

Feudal emperors thought they were cutting through the Gordian knot, but they had no idea what lay behind each of those internet cables that they considered a cancer.

They are all tied to the most indispensable part of the real economy of the Tang Dynasty.

The power switch was broken.

In reality, the Tang Dynasty would be completely paralyzed in a second, turning into a giant empty shell without flesh and blood.

"So, according to you, I'm just supposed to sit on this dragon throne and wait to die?!"

Li Shimin roared in exasperation, "Should we just turn off the power and watch the entire Tang Dynasty go mad?!"

The old man roared madly.

He slammed the pure gold back scratcher on the dragon table with his right hand until it almost bent physically.

He had won countless battles in his life, but he had never felt so frustrated as he did today.

Advancing is a bottomless abyss, retreating is a bottomless black hole.

Those aristocratic rats hiding beneath Mount Li.

Using the minds of millions of ordinary people as the most shameless human shield, this emperor, who was expanding his territory, could only wander around in despair in the Taiji Palace.

In those milliseconds when the atmosphere inside the Taiji Hall was so heavy it seemed to freeze completely.

The holographic channel on the console suddenly lit up, and Li Chengqian's cold voice came through: "Violence cannot solve drug addiction; we must use algorithms to control algorithms."

That distinctive voice, languid yet undeniably cold.

It penetrated the ancestral gateway across the ocean.

A very deep and steady sound wave reverberated between the beams and pillars of the main hall.

In the center of the image.

Li Chengqian had already stood up from the soft chair in Hawaii.

His bright yellow princely robe fluttered in the salty sea breeze.

With his right hand resting on the secondary control lever, a ruthless, algorithmic light, unique to the Creator, flickered deep within his clear eyes.

"Old man, put away your bandit-like temper of physically smashing the market at the drop of a hat."

Since powerful families dare to use illegal patches to forcibly buy the minds of the lower classes.

Tonight, I'll be right here on the base of this Heavenly Pivot, and I'll install a network-wide forced format upgrade patch on them!

Li Shimin's rapid breathing.

Upon hearing that familiar and lazy sarcasm.

It suddenly got stuck in my throat.

He stared blankly up at his rebellious son, who was far away on the other side of the ocean.

The rage deep within his eyes, born of extreme panic, was finally suppressed within that minute by a sense of awe before a divine creation.

The wind and snow were still howling outside the main hall.

The cybernetic mutants on the long street were still emitting inhuman, beastly roars.

Inside the Taiji Hall, which was lit with golden lamps.

The governing logic of the two civilizations, old and new.

In that instant.

Finally, through this transoceanic band, the most intense and thrilling formal confrontation was completed.

Li Shimin gripped the edge of the control panel tightly with both hands, his two bloodshot dragon eyes filled with a determined and anxious rage. He roared at his rebellious son on the holographic screen, "Chengqian! Stop talking nonsense with those incomprehensible characters! If you don't press that illegal switch under Mount Li tonight, I'll take my Great Snow Dragon Riders and smash your Hawaiian beach to scrap metal tomorrow!"

Li Chengqian casually pulled the silver lever in the main control cabin that represented the highest system reorganization, a cynical yet cruel smile spreading across his lips.

Li Chengqian calmly pushed his sunglasses back up on his nose, his right fingertip hovering steadily above the pale white Enter key labeled "Mandatory Internet Addiction Reduction Agreement," and coldly uttered a sentence: "Father, withdraw all your Imperial Guards back to the Vermilion Bird Gate. Inform the Wannian County government that tomorrow night at midnight, I will physically format Gongshu and those filthy codes of the aristocratic families across the entire internet at the execution ground in the Second Chang'an, starting with the nationality sequence of all of them."