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

The roar instantly transcended the boundary between reality and illusion.

Inside a side hall of the Daming Palace, the holographic screen woven from pure gold aurora suddenly shook violently.

The sound, carrying a domineering force capable of tearing through matter, violently crashed into all the public network server rooms of the Fourteen Paths of the Tang Dynasty along the copper wires of the quantum cable.

"His Highness has gone mad! Is he trying to burn all the industrial life in reality to ashes?!"

The operator's screams were completely distorted by fear, his fingertips trembling as he pressed hard on the temperature control valve.

Within milliseconds, all 30,000 quantum supercomputing centers of Datang distributed across provinces around the world simultaneously sounded the highest level of deep red alert.

In the heavy steam industrial zone of Liaodong, the giant condensing tower of the North American base, and the underground units of Lingnan Road, all the indicator lights instantly turned red.

The heavy steam piston pounded wildly under the intense heat, producing a deafening low-frequency roar.

The special hydraulic lines used to cool the supercomputing matrix, carrying information flows that exceeded limits, began to seep out large swaths of white, high-temperature steam.

"The system is experiencing reverse overload! The motherboard temperature has exceeded the warning threshold!"

The craftsmen were so frightened that they scrambled out, watching helplessly as the huge metal cabinets glowed with a scorching red light in the darkness.

Inside the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin, barefoot, stared intently at the holographic star map representing the massive mobilization of global computing power.

The old man's chubby face appeared unpredictable amidst the interplay of red and green lights.

He could clearly hear the metallic scraping sound emanating from the superconducting ground network deep within the foundation of the Daming Palace.

"You unfilial son...you're going to risk the entire wealth of the Tang Dynasty to fight a rat!"

Li Shimin gripped the large sword, his palms damp with cold sweat, soaking the bright yellow cloth.

Changsun Wuji lay on the carpet, his obese body trembling violently.

"Your Majesty, 30,000 supercomputers!"

If all of this were burned into pig iron slag, all our railcars and blast furnaces in reality would be out of commission tomorrow!

The old minister's voice was hoarse and dry, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror.

"The national treasury is empty, so I'm going to North America to mine! Hold the line! Don't let this rebellious son's server room break down!"

Li Shimin suddenly turned around and roared hysterically at Wang De.

On the virtual battlefield in Hawaii, this torrent of computing power, built from 30,000 cores in the real world, has transformed into the most hardcore rule-based weapon.

A dark red cloth above the gray, garbled ruins was brutally torn open by a torrent of golden data, creating a massive crater.

Billions of bytes of golden code, like a waterfall cascading from the heavens, roared and converged wildly between the Great Sage's palms.

Li Chengqian wore a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, and his bright red battle robe fluttered in the wind.

His golden, fiery eyes reflected the swooping, eerie green dragon.

The languid smile on his lips vanished completely in those milliseconds, replaced by the absolute indifference of the Creator.

He stretched his right hand out into the air, spread his five fingers, and clenched them tightly.

"Freeze!"

With that low groan, the torrent of golden computing power pouring down from the sky was forcibly compressed.

Data particles rub and solidify at high speed at the microscopic level, producing a crisp sound of physical crystallization and cracking.

A colossal cylinder, reaching to the heavens and crackling with golden electric arcs, solidified and took shape in the palm of the Great Sage's hand.

Both ends are bound with shimmering black titanium mothership steel seals, and in the middle is a constantly flowing golden code.

This is the oldest and most invincible defensive underlying mechanism of the entire Tian Shu system—the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel).

The dragon opened its blood-red maw, which was less than three feet away from the top of the Great Sage's head.

The green virus with red lettering, protruding from the high-voltage needle's tongue, had already touched the tip of the phoenix feather.

On the half of Young Master Wang's face that had materialized, a twisted sense of triumphant pleasure was already showing.

"Die! Go to the underworld and be your GM!"

The eldest son of the king let out a frantic roar from the dragon's mouth.

However, at this critical juncture where life and death hang in the balance.

Time, driven by Li Chengqian's master code, was slowed down by tens of thousands of times.

The bright red pleated battle robe unfolded in the air.

The red light patterns of each thread are magnified in close-up on the holographic screen in a dynamic slow-motion motion, moving one micrometer per millisecond.

The Great Sage bent his legs slightly, and the golden armor scales at his knees subtly snapped inward and locked under the heavy pressure.

The gray flagstone pavement underfoot could not withstand the physical mass generated by the global computing power, and began to show an irregular network of depressions.

The cracks slowly spread outwards from the center of the foot.

The bluestone slab shattered into countless tiny mosaic particles.

These gray particles, one by one, detached from the ground and suspended in mid-air in the weightless void.

Within milliseconds, the space protocol began to collapse on a large scale because it could not handle the information density of this computing power.

The void surrounding the golden cudgel cracked inch by inch.

The fundamental physical constants and rules that were used to maintain the stable operation of the metaverse were directly shattered into pitch-black abysses under the crushing force of absolute power.

The crack's edge exposed the most primal zero and one characters, radiating a pale light.

The entire data framework of the virtual Chang'an city emitted a piercing wail from these cracks.

It's as if this space protocol is nothing more than a fragile glass box, heading towards complete shattering in the face of pure computing power.

In that one ten-thousandth of a second, Young Master Wang's smile began to freeze.

His visual center received a high-level panic warning from the system.

"No... this isn't data, this is the entire industrial power of the empire attacking me!"

The remnant soul of the eldest son of the king erupted in a desperate and frantic scream inside the dragon's head.

He wanted to command the dragon to turn its head and escape.

But as soon as his neural signals were sent out, they were melted into lifeless code garbage by the massive gravitational field emanating from the golden cudgel.

There are no unnecessary skill effects or flashy special effects.

There were no fancy moves or unnecessary flourishes.

The Great Sage gripped the golden cudgel with both hands and stomped violently on the ruins with his feet.

His entire body transformed into a dazzling, pure gold streak, soaring into the air.

The red battle robes drew out a crimson curtain in the air, obscuring the sky.

The Great Sage's arm muscles bulged, and the pure gold shimmer on the graphene conductive suit reached its peak.

With both hands gripping the staff, carrying the absolute violence to shatter an entire era, he slammed it down fiercely towards the ten-thousand-foot-tall, dark green dragon head.

"Clear the area physically!"

Li Chengqian's cold voice, in those milliseconds, became the sole supreme law of this world.

Before the stick could actually hit the dragon's head, the golden lightning it emitted had already physically evaporated large swaths of the dragon's chaotic scales.

The defense matrix created by the aristocratic rat family using the brains of 40,000 people.

Under the powerful blow of China's romantic spirit, formed by the convergence of 30,000 supercomputers worldwide by the Tang Dynasty.

It was as thin as an old sheet of Xuan paper that had been baked by a raging fire.

The enormous projected face of Young Master Wang began to disintegrate and shatter in large sections along the path of the falling stick.

His eyes bulged out of terror.

But it couldn't produce even a single note.

Inside the abandoned air-raid shelter underground, the transformers of hundreds of illegal supercomputer units emitted a piercing, deafening roar, as if on the verge of a physical explosion.

"Young Master! Withdraw the line! If you don't, our souls will be smashed to pieces by this stick!"

Elder Cui knelt in the mud and water, frantically trying to pull the switch.

But the high-voltage electric arc followed his finger, turning his old bones into a lifeless, charred black piece.

Inside a side hall of the Daming Palace, the operator watched as the curve representing the royal treasury on the large disk trembled violently due to computing power overload.

Wu Zetian's blue holographic projection gripped the hem of her long dress tightly.

Her eyes, though bright and piercing, were filled with awe at the pure violence of the Creator.

"Is this His Highness's limit... without any algorithmic game theory, just using hardware to crush all those who disagree?"

The female manager's voice sounded slightly hoarse in the cold wind.

Li Shimin stood barefoot on the edge of the jade steps, his old face flushed.

That day, the physical notch on the blade was illuminated by the golden light, leaving no trace of darkness.

The old man suddenly let out a long laugh and threw the chipped steel knife in his hand hard onto the white marble steps.

It produced a crisp, physical sound.

"Good! Well done! You unfilial son, tonight you'll smash all the filth in this world to pieces!"

The old man clutched his dragon robe, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

Inside the Duke of Su's mansion, Cheng Yaojin shouted at the top of his lungs, "Chumo! Open your eyes and see! His Highness the Crown Prince has come to save you with divine skin!"

Dr. Sun, who was accompanying them, slumped to the ground, his old eyes filled with shock: "If this pulse hits solidly, all the data cables in Guanzhong will have to be redone!"

The magistrate of Wannian County stared blankly at the public network data, his gavel unconsciously falling to the ground.

The hackers in the black market tunnels couldn't even scream; they could only watch helplessly as the golden rod grew infinitely larger in their field of vision.

The enormous green dragon spewed out its last high-pressure death beam, attempting a final collision with the golden cudgel.

But under the crushing force of absolute power.

All resistance turned into the most ridiculous and futile struggle.

The golden cudgel, carrying earth-shattering kinetic energy, slammed solidly into the center of the green dragon's eyes.

That physical opposition in a fraction of a second.

In everyone's formatted retina.

It became an eternal final painting.

The moment it struck the dragon's head, the metaverse lost all sound and color, leaving only an intensely brilliant white light.