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

boom!

The moment the golden cudgel struck the core of the Lishan earth vein.

The physical gravity field of the entire Guanzhong Plain mysteriously froze for one ten-thousandth of a second.

Dust and fallen leaves floating in mid-air, and even the cold wind blowing into the Taiji Hall.

They were all frozen in place.

Then, a low-frequency sound wave, almost capable of shattering a human soul, roared outwards along the earth's crust.

The Qinling Mountains have three underground restricted areas.

That first-generation giant steam supercomputer, which was running wildly and spewing out streams of black and red computing power.

Like a greedy monster, it relentlessly drains the electricity from Chang'an City.

In front of the control panel, several madmen from the Gongshu family, wearing black electronic masks, were still frantically typing on the keyboard.

They attempted to package the last remaining consciousness of the patriarchal clansmen and stuff it into the virus network.

Sudden.

The heavy dome of the basement was torn apart as if it were made of paper.

A blinding golden light poured down.

The physical form of the golden cudgel, which has a diameter of over 100 meters.

It descended with an absolute, primordial, dimensional-reducing, and annihilating power.

"What...what is this?!"

A madman from the Gongshu family raised his head, his eyes wide open behind the electronic mask.

His proud "digital heavenly way" defense network.

The moment they came into contact with the golden light, they melted without even making a ripple, just like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

It's ridiculous, like a pile of low-class garbage.

There was no stalemate, no back-and-forth.

The phantom of the golden cudgel slammed heavily onto the fifty-meter-tall steam engine.

The high-temperature steam and the black-red virus code were instantly vaporized upon contact.

The generator set had a thick sheet metal casing and large brass gears.

Faced with this physical kinetic energy that can even distort space, it doesn't even have a chance to be flattened.

It was smashed into its most basic atomic form.

It transformed into a cloud of dazzling black and red mosaic dust, drifting in mid-air.

Those remnant souls of aristocratic families attached to the core of the generator set.

Changsun Wuji, Wang Bancheng, Li Daozong... those old-guard nobles who were unwilling to accept the decay of their bodies.

What they call "the consciousness of immortality".

It is utterly vulnerable in the face of this ultimate system cleanup protocol.

They didn't even have time to let out a scream.

It was as easy as wiping dust off a screen by the immense computing power.

It was completely wiped clean.

Not even a trace of code was left.

In front of the Taiji Hall.

That black titanium mechanical dragon that has lost the support of its source computing power.

The massive body suddenly froze in mid-air.

The black and red light on its body, like a neon light that had lost power, flickered twice and then went out completely.

"Creak... Click..."

The mechanical dragon let out a piercing and distorted mournful cry.

It's like a rusty, dilapidated, scrapped machine making its last struggle.

Its two eyes, which were originally glowing red, dimmed and turned a deathly gray.

They lost their motivation.

The titanium alloy body, weighing thousands of tons, could no longer maintain its airborne state.

Like a collapsed metal mountain.

It crashed straight down onto the white jade plaza in front of the Taiji Hall.

Boom!

The dragon crashed heavily to the ground.

Large sections of white marble floor tiles were smashed.

Its massive body twitched a few times.

The metal plates used to simulate scales on his body fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

It collapsed completely at the bottom of the steps, turning into a real pile of scrap metal.

The entire city of Chang'an.

Those security mechs and hover shuttles that went berserk due to virus control.

They all stopped at the same time.

The scarlet electronic eye returned to its normal dark blue color.

They stood motionless on the street, as if the riots that had just occurred were nothing more than a nightmare.

Those electromagnetic chains that were once like venomous snakes coiled around the necks of ordinary people.

It also lost its energy source.

It turned into sections of charred copper wire, which fell limply to the ground.

The people sat slumped on the ground, breathing in the cold air in large gulps.

He touched the scorch marks on his neck from the electric shock.

hug and cry.

Hawaii. Quantum Ark Command Center.

Li Chengqian slowly withdrew his hands from the void.

He closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just now, the previously unreleased Primordial Protocol was forcibly invoked.

Even though he was the sole creator of the Tian Shu system, his nerves were under tremendous strain.

The light from his pure gold conductive suit gradually faded.

It turned back to a dull gray.

The liquid metal receded like the tide, retracting back into the terminal on his wrist.

He turned back into that shirtless nerdy guy.

"Cleanup complete."

Li Chengqian glanced at the main control screen.

The black and red spots that represented the remnants of the Gongshu family and other aristocratic clans have been completely erased from the radar.

The network of Datang has returned to its normal blue state.

He rubbed his aching wrist and turned to walk towards the refrigerator.

Take out a can of ice-cold Coke and pop the tab open with a "click".

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

Taiji Hall.

Li Shimin leaned against a pillar.

The Tian Ce sword in his hand had fallen to the ground, its blade chipped and covered in dust.

The old emperor was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The veteran officials, including Fang Xuanling and Cheng Yaojin, all collapsed around them.

They were all injured and battered, looking utterly disheveled.

But their eyes were fixed on the outside of the hall.

The storm of the night has finally passed.

The gloom of late winter was swept away completely by the overwhelming computing power.

The sky took on a clear, deep blue hue, as if it had been washed clean.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning.

It was not blocked by any virtual GG sign or wave shield.

It pierced through the thin morning mist.

Clean and warm, the raindrops fell on the broken glazed tiles of the Taiji Palace.