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

The golden sunlight of the morning pierced through the light gray haze that permeated the streets.

The massive electronic clock tower in Chang Le Fang emitted a crisp metallic clanging sound.

Immediately afterwards, the holographic projection matrix covering the fourteen roads of Guanzhong began to tremble violently at the same instant.

Strands of pure golden light rapidly wove and recombine in the air.

Countless dazzling beams of light converged above the long street, unveiling a giant virtual curtain spanning hundreds of feet.

On the surface of the curtain are five large black titanium Song typeface characters bearing the red clay seal of the Tang Dynasty Ministry of Personnel.

With an unquestionable imperial majesty, it was firmly imprinted in the eyes of the city's millions of residents.

The "Tang Dynasty Zhenguan Virtual Reality Security Law"

As the holographic projection illuminated, the "Virtual Reality Security Law" came into the public eye.

The refugees who had been weeping in the mud all raised their heads.

Everyone rubbed their swollen eyes, staring blankly at the golden legal codes that filled the sky.

The first article of the new law uses the most blunt, pure white characters to stretch the bottommost red line to its maximum.

"Citizens of the Great Tang Dynasty, your bodies are inviolable, and your minds cannot be hijacked!"

The words of the code flashed at a high frequency in the cold light, and every punctuation mark carried a chilling physical killing intent.

All holographic devices produced by Datang Workshop must be equipped with physical fuses that are directly monitored by the Cyberspace Administration of China.

If the online time exceeds the limit, or if there are abnormalities in the bioelectric waves.

The stainless steel spring hidden inside the helmet will unconditionally spring open within one microsecond.

"Forcibly disconnecting the power... this time the imperial court has installed a life-saving switch for us!"

In front of the granary at the dock in the West Market, a strong laborer who had just climbed up from a straw mat pointed at the words in the sky and shouted.

His right arm, covered in calluses, was still trembling unconsciously.

But in his bloodshot, lifeless eyes, an unprecedented sense of peace shone through.

The old accountant next to him took off his crystal glasses and frantically wiped the cold sweat from them with his sleeve.

"It's not just about unplugging the cable, look at that small print below!"

"Anyone who sets up a dark web or imprisons another's mind will be immediately dispatched to the real world by the Great Snow Dragon Riders to physically cancel the registration of their entire clan!"

The old man's voice was terribly hoarse, and his two withered hands trembled as if he were sifting rice in the dead of winter.

Amidst the ruins of the decorated buildings lining both sides of the long street, the gathered merchants couldn't help but erupt into a thunderous cheer.

Everyone threw their tattered old leather hats high into the air.

"Great! I'll never have to worry about being locked up in a dark, ownerless room by those powerful family patriarchs and used as a human battery again!"

"With this physical fuse, even if the gods in the cubicle wreak havoc, we can be back in reality eating plain noodles in the blink of an eye!"

The citizens whispered among themselves, and the doubts that had arisen from the withdrawal panic the previous night vanished in an instant.

The establishment of the new law has not extinguished the vitality of the metaverse.

Instead, it was like a cold scalpel, ripping out the rotten flesh buried deep within the bones and flesh of the aristocratic families in the Tang Dynasty.

Datang's digital economy is embodied in the milliseconds of legal pronouncements.

It has entered a mature and compliant cyber civilization.

In a side hall of the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin stood barefoot in front of the giant control panel.

The old man's dragon robe sleeves fluttered in the cold air blown by the cooling fan.

He stared at the azure curve on the chart that represented the operating rate of the Guanzhong blast furnaces.

That curve after it plummeted to freezing point.

At this moment, it is rising wildly and rapidly in the opposite direction.

"Your Majesty, it's done! The legal ownership of all thirty iron mines under the names of the Wang family of Taiyuan and the Cui family of Qinghe has been changed!"

Fang Xuanling jogged in, his back hunched, the physical folding paper in his hand exuding the warm scent of pine soot ink.

His withered old face was flushed with excitement.

"The reserves held by the aristocratic families in the central bank's vault have been fully allocated to the grassroots steamed bun subsidy accounts!"

Changsun Wuji sat on a chair not far away, his whole body limp as he held onto the pure gold belt hook at his waist.

He looked at the physical factory indicators on the holographic dashboard, which had regained order.

A look of amazement at surviving a catastrophe flickered in the old fox's eyes.

"Cutting off electricity would destroy industry, and letting virtual reality run rampant would ruin civilization. This is the Prince's Anti-Addiction 2.0 plus Basic Law."

"They've truly put a bridle on this wild horse that's been running rampant, using hard-core laws to put it in place."

The heavy machinery industry of the Tang Dynasty did not collapse due to this technological tsunami.

in contrast.

With the complete exit of the old guard like the Wang family, the central computing power of the Eastern Palace achieved an absolute monopoly over all means of production across the entire territory in a single second.

Those hackers who were originally hiding in dark tunnels, helping the powerful families fleece their victims.

They have now all been organized into a formal "network road-building formation".

They honestly used the credit points issued by the imperial court to begin laying compliant superconducting optical cables for Wanwei Shengshi.

With the support of the rule of law, heavy industry capital and ordinary people are returning to order.

The West Market Gate of Chang'an City opened with a loud mechanical hum.

A fleet of heavy-duty power trucks loaded with high-quality steel plates and high-energy batteries.

Stepping on the still-snowy ice and snow.

It produced a dull and rhythmic rumble on the bluestone pavement.

The holographic streetlights that were smashed on both sides of the long street are being quickly replaced by engineering machinery dogs from the Cyberspace Administration of China.

Those young men who had just come out of the military medical tent.

I rubbed my sore neck.

They spontaneously formed long lines.

At the "Compliant Chip Upgrade Point" set up by the Wannian County Government, people waited patiently for their wristbands to be patched with anti-addiction measures.

"We still have to listen to the Crown Prince. Two hours a day, if it's even a second longer, I'll kick that machine out the window. Perfect!"

"Who says otherwise? Last night I saw the young master of the Changsun family drooling by the wall, he's practically burning his bones to ashes."

The migrants in line chatted and laughed loudly, and pop songs echoed through the streets.

After a night of life-or-death battles.

The morbid, fanatical obsession of the lower classes in Guanzhong with the metaverse has been completely shattered by this cold and bloody legal chain.

Everyone truly felt the warmth of real bread.

Technology is no longer a divine gift from above, but has become a working tool that, like a plow and hoe, needs to be followed.

The sunlight slanted across the surface of the towering black iron breakwater shield of the Vermilion Bird Gate.

It reflects a faint golden, sacred light.

Chang'an City was in dire need of reconstruction, and everywhere there was a thriving and revitalized industrial atmosphere.

The old man Li Shimin leaned against the edge of the dilapidated dragon table.

Listening to the faint sounds of the bustling city outside.

A complex and reassuring look, unlike anything he had ever seen, appeared in his bloodshot old eyes.

"You unfilial son, you've won again."

Li Shimin spat out a mouthful of tea stained with blood, and muttered something to himself in a shameless manner as he looked into the void.

He rubbed his thigh and stomach.

Helplessly, he leaned back in his chair.

The order of the entire empire was deathly still and rigid at this moment, unlike anything seen before.

However, although the Tang Dynasty's rule was restored in the legal code of the Daming Palace.

But on this massive global data network...

At the other end of the coordinate system, however, a massive, unseen technological earthquake is unfolding.

The data stream inside the transoceanic superconducting optical cable is still trembling at high frequency.

The waters surrounding the Hawaiian beaches were reflected in the water, making them look like patches of boiling, bright blue mosaic.

The fusion reactor inside the safe house was emitting a piercing long beep, signaling that it was on the verge of a red-letter shutdown.

In front of the console, in the black titanium card slot that represents the authority of the creator.

Countless sparks of data were flying everywhere, accompanied by white smoke.

Wu Zetian's blue projection stood to the side.

Looking at the several completely out-of-control red error lines on the screen, she was so frightened that she gripped the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

"Your Highness! The Persian foreign exchange trading platform is frantically buying up our assets at rock-bottom prices!"

Wu Zetian's voice was noticeably hoarse.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes were fixed on the central control panel in Hawaii.

On one side of the bench, Li Chengqian was shirtless and lying on the worktable.

The ancestral stinger on the back of his head had not yet been completely physically removed, leaving behind streaks of charred blood.

His ten fingers on the keyboard almost turned into a blurry, dirty red afterimage.

Because we just forcibly drained the defensive computing power of the thirteen provinces around the world in order to save the old man's wallet.

The original data center in Hawaii is now essentially exposing its most vulnerable assets directly to the blades of those multinational financial giants in the Western Regions.

"Sir! The Persian tycoon's thirteen supercomputing towers have already followed our transoceanic route and managed to force two hundred million worthless short-selling protocols into the Western Regions gateway!"

The operator sat on the ground, screaming hysterically, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"These profiteers from the Western Regions are taking advantage of our lack of ammunition and are trying to dismantle our central bank's ledgers!"

The iced cola in Li Chengqian's hand was subjected to violent physical vibration.

It fell over on the table with a thud.

The brown liquid, mixed with bubbles, instantly spread across the large, sophisticated holographic touchpad.

It emitted a hissing, short-circuit sparking sound.

Where was the trace of the carefree, lazy man who used to drift through life and wait to die in the eyes behind Li Chengqian's sunglasses?

The arrogance and tyranny within are so intense, like the core of a volcano that could melt at any moment.

"Trying to take advantage of my weakness? These curly-haired beasts really think I'm a pushover."

Li Chengqian gritted his teeth and growled, slamming his right finger hard on the Enter key.

The physical vibration caused his knuckles to crack and break, leaving tiny bloody cuts.

His breathing was heavy, like that of a frightened wild animal.

In that one ten-thousandth of a second, due to the damage to the hardware and the loss of funds, the person was completely aroused to reveal their most primal tyrannical nature.

Chang'an is in dire need of reconstruction, while the meritorious official far away in Hawaii is on the verge of losing control.