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

That defiant voice that shattered the global internet belonged to Li Chengqian, who was far away in Hawaii, across the ocean.

The control panel in the side hall of the Daming Palace, which had been paralyzed, suddenly lit up.

The brilliant golden aurora transformed into an unbreakable data barrier.

The black and red holographic projection of Young Master Wang's ferocious face.

A huge crack was forcibly torn open in a fraction of a second.

The young master Wang's maniacal laughter abruptly caught in his throat in that tiny second.

In the projected image, his right hand is gripping the power switch.

The skin on those five withered fingers trembled violently with shock.

"Li Chengqian? You deposed crown prince who should have abdicated long ago, stop putting on airs in front of me!"

"Using the minds of ordinary people as a get-out-of-jail-free card—who gave you the audacity?"

On the other end of the transoceanic communication, fine, silvery waves rippled on the Hawaiian beach.

Li Chengqian sat in a large rattan chair.

He casually tossed away the skewer of freshly grilled Wagyu beef ribs he was holding.

The bamboo skewer slammed onto the small round white marble table.

It produces a crisp, physical impact sound.

Then he stood up and ripped off the floral shirt with a coconut palm pattern.

He casually tossed his short-sleeved shirt onto the fine white sand.

It revealed a form-fitting, all-black soft armor underneath.

That's not your average alloy bulletproof vest.

It is the most closely guarded secret of the Chinese Academy of Sciences: a special type of neuronal conduction suit.

It is covered with densely packed, carbon-black, dead-looking nanoscale graphene conductive strips.

These conductive strips are like artificial blood vessels.

It clung tightly to the surface of his delicate skin.

"Your Highness! You cannot activate your Creator's Authority to infiltrate directly!"

Wu Zetian's blue holographic spectrum flashed at a high frequency beside her.

Her slender fingers drew a large red system warning on the virtual interface.

"The other side is using a coreless device."

The ground beneath was filled with dead code garbage burned by high-voltage current.

Your mental consciousness sequence is not protected by security protocols.

A head-on collision with that filthy viral network will severely damage your central nervous system within a microsecond!

"Severely damage my central nervous system? They don't even deserve it!"

Li Chengqian sneered, a cynical arrogance playing on his lips.

He strode forward with his long legs toward a giant black titanium alloy cabinet behind the beach chair.

The surface of the cabinet is engraved with the oldest ancestral seal of the Tian Shu system.

Under the tropical night sky, it emitted a deep, sacred blue light.

"Meiniang, remember this."

In the digital world of the Tang Dynasty.

"I am the only GM; the rest of you don't even qualify to be NPCs."

Changsun Wuji sat on the carpet in a side hall of the Daming Palace.

His thighs were still trembling rapidly from the shock.

He looked at the young prince on the screen who was beginning to put on the main planner's equipment.

The old man's eyes were filled with shock, as if he were watching a madman risk his life.

"This is insane... Is His Highness going to physically fill those 100,000 brain-computer interfaces?"

Fang Xuanling, standing beside him, was also gripping the imperial tablet tightly.

Her dry, withered lips were devoid of any color.

"Your Majesty, what if His Highness the Crown Prince perishes inside?"

Our Great Tang's public network has become completely unclaimed wilderness!

Li Shimin stood barefoot in front of the control panel.

He pressed his hands tightly against the chipped Tian Ce sword, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Give me the lock, O orphan!"

Inside the safe house in Hawaii, Li Chengqian rested one hand on the top of the black titanium cabinet.

A top-level holographic deep-sea diving helmet made entirely of dark gold flowing glass.

It slowly descended from the slot in the robotic arm.

Its edges are covered with thousands of micron-sized biological stingers.

Each stent gleamed with a cold, sharp physical glint.

"Click!"

It was a crisp, metallic echo of a lock snapping shut.

It sounded exceptionally clear amidst the sound of the waves.

The helmet touched Li Chengqian's forehead the instant.

Thousands of biological stingers were activated within milliseconds.

At the same time, it pierced the subcutaneous tissue of the highest legal entity at the back of his head.

That wasn't ordinary pain.

Rather, it is the immense technological pressure of a massive computing protocol tearing apart the defenses of a mortal body in an instant.

Li Chengqian's body in this second.

It presents an anti-physical, straight, and rigid appearance.

His fists were clenched tightly.

The fingernails were deeply embedded in the palm.

High-frequency photoluminescence of subcutaneous blood vessels.

Those charcoal-black graphene conductive strips transformed from a deathly black into an extremely dazzling pure gold within a microsecond.

A vast stream of data flows at high frequency through his subcutaneous tissue.

It made every vein of his face look like a glowing golden river.

"Tian Shu Key activated!"

Creator sequence load rate: 100%!

"It's exhausting the absolute computing power of the transoceanic fiber optic cable to perform a physical deep-sea dive!"

The system's emotionless, primitive mechanical voice echoed through the Hawaiian night sky.

Thirteen heavy-duty superconducting optical cables lie beneath the entire Pacific Ocean network.

In this minute.

At the same time, it emitted a long, strained groan of physical exhaustion.

The seawater along the way was boiling in large swaths due to the high heat from the supercomputing center.

It turned into countless white bubbles.

Young Master Wang, hiding in an air-raid shelter.

Looking at the illegal control disk in his hand.

The dark red indicator above suddenly started flashing and displaying error messages in large patches.

"What's going on?!"

Why is Tian Shu's public gateway drawing computing power from me?!

Young Master Wang screamed hysterically.

He desperately used his withered left hand to smash the transformer.

But all he got was a handful of scalding physical sparks.

"Young Master! Something's wrong!"

The rebellious son's consciousness transformed into a torrent of pure golden computing power!

The exiled elder of the Cui family lay prone under the control chair.

The muscles in his face twitched wildly with fear.

"He didn't go through any compliant review process!"

He dumped all the available computing power from all thirteen provinces of the Tang Dynasty onto us!

That's a tsunami of information spanning tens of billions of terabytes, pouring underground along the physical copper wires we're smuggling!

This feeling of powerlessness in the face of absolute algorithmic hegemony.

The expert hackers in the air-raid shelter were completely breached in a second.

They thought they held the heads of 100,000 civilians in their hands.

That would force the Crown Prince and the Emperor to surrender.

But they had no idea.

Li Chengqian had no intention of negotiating with them in reality.

He wanted to use the absolute authority of the Creator to transform his soul into the hardest iron hammer.

They stormed into that filthy virtual black market and physically formatted all the dirty code.

"Warning! Detection of a dimensional reduction hedging by the supreme legal entity's will!"

"The highest level of blocking mechanism in the Anti-Addiction System 2.0 has been activated!"

On the holographic screen of Daming Palace.

That black and red closed loop of death that was originally locked together.

Within this one millisecond.

A pure golden waterfall of data flowed from across the ocean.

It created a huge hole.

Changsun Wuji stared at the golden-glowing code characters, his mouth agape enough to swallow a large duck egg.

"Is this... is this the work of the Creator?"

The old minister rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

His voice was hoarse from extreme shock.

Li Shimin also stared intently at the large screen.

The physical notch on the Heavenly Strategy Blade in his hand, illuminated by the golden aurora, looked like an ugly scar.

The old man's throat was dry.

He had commanded millions of troops throughout his life, but he had never seen anyone use his spirit as an army to conquer cities and seize territories.

The deepest part of the virtual world.

It was a data wasteland filled with gray gibberish and discarded mosaics.

The surrounding void was filled with blood-red electrical arcs caused by smuggling and illegal operations.

The spirit and consciousness of 100,000 young people in the Tang Dynasty.

Just like dull gray pebbles, they were tightly bound to the high platform of white bones by the deadly chains of the aristocratic families.

The virus in the black market hissed greedily in the air.

They attempted to devour these young people alive.

Sudden.

That desolate, filthy, dark red virtual sky.

Within a microsecond.

Without any doubt, a sharp, loud sound, like cloth being physically torn apart, was emitted.

A dazzling, sharp, golden crack devoid of any human warmth.

It instantly opened up at the top of the ruins.

The vast, pure gold light spots resembled a boundless ocean falling from the heavens.

With the empire's most cutting-edge technology, they made a decisive move.

Tear the sky apart.

The virtual sky was torn apart like cloth, and a blinding golden light crashed onto the scrambled ruins like a meteorite.