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

The roar of gears meshing echoed from the West Market of Chang'an.

Following the newly repaired physical superconducting network.

Like a whirlwind, it quickly spread to every corner of the Tang Empire.

Having experienced that hellish longevity storm and virtual backlash.

The entire Tang Dynasty, from top to bottom, underwent a bloody baptism.

The powerful families and influential clans were physically wiped out.

Those privileged classes who leeched off the real economy, along with their illusory dreams, were crushed into dust by Li Chengqian's immense computing power.

The biggest obstacle has been removed.

The industrial internet of the Tang Dynasty has ushered in the most thorough and unrestrained positive development since the founding of the nation.

East of Chang'an City, there was a huge open space that was originally used for nobles to run their horses.

It has now been leveled.

A series of massive quantum superconducting production lines have been built.

The monopoly and exploitation of raw materials by powerful families were gone.

Those who used to struggle at the very bottom—the migrants, blacksmiths, and bricklayers.

Now they have become the owners of these giant state-owned factories.

boom!

The blinding orange-red flames illuminated the entire factory.

That was a giant blast furnace, three stories high, pouring out molten steel.

Molten iron, thousands of degrees hot, rushed down the asbestos guide channel like a raging fire dragon, roaring into the alloy mold below.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the heat was intense.

Even through thick heat-insulating clothing.

The workers could still feel the intense heat that threatened to scorch their eyebrows.

But no one backed down.

Several shirtless men, covered in sweat, were wielding long iron shovels.

Skillfully remove impurities and slag from the surface of molten steel.

The thick muscles gleamed with a bronze sheen in the firelight.

"Mold number two is formed! Cool down!"

An old foreman shouted in his hoarse voice.

The massive industrial robotic arm above emitted a muffled exhaust sound.

High-pressure liquid nitrogen coolant was sprayed down.

White steam instantly filled the entire workshop, accompanied by hissing and crackling sounds.

This is the load-bearing component of the new generation of exoskeleton armor for the Great Snow Dragon Knight.

The strength of each steel plate far exceeds that of the black iron of the old era.

North America, Datang's overseas heavy industrial base.

That once-wilderness that belonged to the Native Americans has now been transformed into a steel jungle.

The massive automated mining machines are tearing the earth apart day and night.

Mining out ores containing rare metals.

These ores do not need to undergo long sea voyages.

After on-site smelting at the base.

They were directly loaded onto a 100-section electromagnetic levitation train.

whoosh-

With a sharp whooshing sound, the train entered the vacuum superconducting track on the deep seabed.

These are physical steel and superconducting ore.

It travels across half the globe, continuously delivering supplies to the Guanzhong Plain.

Provides the most robust physical cooling support for the twelve secondary computing towers in Chang'an City.

On the virtual trading platform.

Inside the trading hall of the Central Bank of the Tang Dynasty.

Wu Zetian stood in front of a giant holographic candlestick chart.

She no longer needs to be overwhelmed by the task of maintaining market stability.

There is no need to fear short selling by Roman and Persian tycoons anymore.

Because of Datang's digital economy, it now possesses the most terrifying physical backing in the world.

"General Wu, the Persian Chamber of Commerce has sent a request, wanting to exchange gold for our credits."

A settlement clerk looks at the screen and reports to the supervisor.

"gold?"

Wu Meiniang gave a cold laugh.

"Tell them that the Tang Dynasty no longer accepts soft currency that is only good-looking but useless."

"If they want Tang Dynasty credits, they'll exchange them for the mining rights to superconducting mineral veins in the Western Regions."

"If they won't exchange it, then let them keep the gold and make their own jewelry."

The exchange rate of Datang Credit Points has experienced an irrational vertical surge in the past few days.

It directly undermined all existing global monetary systems.

Because everyone understood it.

In this cyber age.

Only Datang Credit Point, backed by tens of thousands of roaring blast furnaces and connected to the global quantum superconducting network, can achieve this.

It is the only robust entity endorsement code that will not become a string of useless code.

Chang'an West Market.

Payday.

The square outside the workshop was crowded with workers who had just finished their shift.

They lined up in a long queue, taking turns bringing their civilian identification wristbands close to the payment terminal.

"drop."

A string of green numbers appeared on the terminal screen.

That's my wages for this month.

In addition to the confiscated assets of aristocratic families, the imperial court also issued subsidies for spring plowing and rewards for heavy industry.

This money was more than they had earned in the past year doing hard labor for the landlord.

A migrant worker with burn scars on his face.

Looking at the dozens of extra credits in the bracelet.

He didn't go to the black market to buy those hallucinogenic "elixir" experience codes as he used to.

He turned around and walked towards a physical grain store next door.

"Shopkeeper, give me two bags of the finest rice! And ten pounds of good meat!"

The man swipes his wristband across the payment sensor area with a flourish.

The heavy sack of rice was carried on his shoulder.

The pressure caused his back to bend slightly, but his posture remained perfectly straight.

He looked at his rough hands, grinned, and revealed a satisfied smile.

That confidence comes from real wealth.

The people of the Tang Dynasty finally awoke from that illusory cyber illusion.

They no longer aspire to be gods in virtual grids.

Instead, they will use their own hands to build this prosperous era that is within reach.

three days later.

The renovation of Taiji Hall is more than halfway complete.

The collapsed dome was replaced with a stronger steel structure beam.

The broken bricks on the ground were also cleaned up.

Li Shimin did not sit on the dragon throne.

He was wearing a faded old casual dress and sitting on a soft couch covered with a wool blanket.

Holding a cup of warm goji berry tea in my hand.

The old man looks much better than he did a few days ago.

The despondency brought about by the death of Changsun Wuji was somewhat diluted by the joy of the Tang Dynasty's industrial boom.

The hall was very quiet.

Only the faint crackling sound of the charcoal fire in the stove could be heard.

Sudden.

"Buzz—"

The holographic main control terminal is placed in the very center of the main hall.

Suddenly, a crisp start-up sound was emitted.

The indicator light representing the Hawaii transoceanic express line lit up silently.

Li Shimin paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

Li Chengqian has remained silent for the past few days.

The Tian Shu system is also operating automatically.

When his unfilial son suddenly took the initiative to contact him, Li Shimin's heart skipped a beat.

I'm afraid something unexpected might happen again.

The screen unfolds.

There was no glaring red error alert.

There was also no black and red garbled code indicating a system crash.

It popped out.

It was a top-secret report of victory, with a dazzling gold border and stamped with the highest authority seal of Tian Shu.