Chongyang City, Governance Building.
After a month of repairs, the damage caused by last monthâs upheaval to the city has been mostly restored,
and the Governance Building is back in use.
Meeting room.
Li Guoquan tapped the meeting table and spoke in a low voice:
"People from the Capital died in Chongyang, and two Deities descended, one whose true form remains unknown, and the other is the famous Golden Armor... what does everyone think?"
Silence, still silence.
A director spoke softly:
"I heard that the major figures who hunted down the Capital visitors that day... are from our High Heaven Association?"
"There is indeed such a saying." Hu Zhongli nodded in affirmation: "But it cannot be completely confirmed at the momentâhowever, this does not mean itâs a good thing."
As he spoke, he exhaled gently, still a bit shaken by those terrifying existences within the High Heaven Association,
He never thought his own Innate Realm was the top of the High Heaven Association, but...
Those terrifying figures on that day, each one had at least Celestial Human-level abilities, and the creature who finally arrived on the Divine Chariot was even more mysterious,
an arrow cast the world into shadow, reappearing the Merciful Divine Arrow of that day, which even caused a Deityâs body to collapse, with flesh and blood falling like rain!
Zhao Wenting lightly reflected:
"Currently, the flesh and blood of the Deity still piles up outside the wilderness, forming a âWall of Flesh and Blood,â impossible to cross."
After a pause, he looked at Chen Daoling:
"Old Chen, has there been any news about your Grandmaster nephew?"
The latterâs face showed a bitter smile:
"What news? Lost contact for a month already, maybe..."
Everyone in the meeting room fell silent.
After a long while, Hu Zhongli spoke in a deep voice:
"Next, everyone should remain silent, and donât create a big disturbance, that Golden Armor Venerate is not someone Yang Shexing can compare to."
"If He suddenly gets angry, tipping over the entire Chongyang, the Federation will only hold Him âaccountableâ..."
"After all, He is a true Deity, not a level we can reach."
Everyone in the meeting room nodded silently, a sense of powerlessness sprouting in their hearts,
If it were just Yang Shexing, although they couldnât confront him directly, at least they could still plot and deal with him,
But a Deity?
They couldnât even muster the thought of resistance!
Chongyang is now caught between the Federation and that Governor Su, life will be difficult....
"And the Innate ones of various sects hiding in the city." Li Guoquan said bitterly: "Iâve received news that even Celestial Humans of the Evil Cult have entered the territory."
The Director of Public Security Headquarters, Lin Changle, shrunk his neck, speaking softly:
"Recently, the public order in the city has completely spiraled out of control, plunged into large-scale chaos, many cultists blatantly run amokâthereâs no controlling it."
Chen Daoling also nodded heavily:
"Iâve applied for support from the Investigation Bureauâlike a clay ox entering the sea, the Investigation Bureau hasnât responded to me at all."
Just when everyone fell silent, feeling a sense of helplessness, suddenly noises came from outside the meeting room.
The top tiers of Chongyang present all looked towards,
They saw the meeting room door being pushed open, a dignified and imposing middle-aged man stepping in first,
Just as they were shocked, a young man also followed in with slow steps.
"Fusheng?!"
Chen Daoling rose with surprise and joy:
"Youâre finally back... Quite a lot has happened in Chongyang while you were away this month."
"Iâm fine."
Zhang Fusheng walked steadily forward, Lin Changle instinctively called out Director, hastily got up to yield his seat,
Yet Zhang Fusheng pressed him back down by the shoulders,
But the other Chongyang top tiers, aside from Li Guoquan and Hu Zhongli, all stood up one after another,
Looking at this nearly legendary former Director General of the Public Security Bureau, who served briefly but left an indelible mark.
Emperor Tang looked around curiously.
Zhang Fusheng surveyed the group, his voice steady:
"Iâm now just an ordinary citizen, everyone please sit down first."
The Chongyang top tiers looked at each other, slowly sat down, the spacious meeting room quiet, all eyes on this youth.
Lin Changle felt the warmth of the hands on his shoulders, obediently raised his head, only to have his head pressed straight by Zhang Fusheng.
She heard âDirector Zhangâ speak peacefully:
"Iâve returned this time to announce two things, first the bad newsâChongyang is drifting away from the Golden Province."
The meeting room roared, drifting away?
What does this mean?
Hu Zhongli was puzzled and uncertain:
"Fusheng, what exactly happened?"
Zhang Fusheng shook his head, calmly said:
"The literal meaning, Chongyang Heaven and Earth is detaching from the Golden Province, drifting inexorably towards the World Plateau."
"At the latest three months from nowânext February."
"At the earliest, perhaps just these two days."
Pausing briefly, he continued in a slow, steady, and powerful tone:
"By then, Chongyang will have completely appeared above the World Plateauâthe reason unknown, most likely related to a small town called Changâan outside the wilderness."
The meeting room was in complete silence, everyone digesting this terrifying information.
But before they could settle down,
The young man who was supporting the current Director General spoke decisively again:
"The second thing, after Chongyang City completely drifts onto the World Plateau, it will officially be renamed [High Heaven City]."
Renaming?
This matter is not too bad...
As soon as this thought crossed everyoneâs mind in the meeting room, they heard the handsome young man continue:
"High Heaven City will acknowledge the legitimacy of Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and the Pantheon, allowing the various sects to establish bases in Chongyang City."
"Additionally, High Heaven City will declare independence from the Federation, pursuing complete autonomy, and a new sect will be established in the cityâcalled [New Religion]."
Zhang Fushengâs words were akin to dropping a bomb, causing an uproar in the large meeting room.
He quietly observed the people exchanging whispers, debating endlessly, a calm expression on his face.
This matter had been discussed with Su Qiansuan and the Golden Armored Creatures, the forty-nine provinces separated from each other,
Although connections can be made through the World Plateauâs transit,
the independence of the Golden Province at this time makes it difficult to ensure mutual support with the other three rebellious provinces.
As a result.
Chongyang, or rather High Heaven City, can stand in mutual solidarity with the Golden Province, diverting the Federationâs attention through cooperation.
Zhang Fusheng never thought that future High Heaven City could stand against the Federation alone.
Even adding the Golden Province would be difficult, at most they could barely hold onâthis also depends on the internal strife in the Federation, leaving it preoccupied.
Therefore, he opted to bring various sects âon boardâ, recognizing and establishing their âlegitimacy.â
Amid the uproar, Zhang Fusheng spoke deeply:
"Silence."
And then, the meeting room fell silent.
He calmly said:
"The current Chongyang City, and soon High Heaven City, will exist as a link where all religious factions can discuss matters within the city."
"This is an essential prerequisite for the establishment of High Heaven City."
"I will strive to transform High Heaven City from a chaotic gathering place into a [Referee] to adjudicate disputes among the sects."
"Now."
"Iâve finished speaking. How do you all feel?"
Though he was asking, Zhang Fushengâs voice carried an undeniable tone,
prompting one of the Chongyang higher-ups to speak out:
"Director Zhang, do the two Golden Legislators know about these matters?"
"They donât."
Zhang Fusheng calmly answered:
"I alone will dictate."
"By what authority?" someone else questioned, finding this âsecond matterâ somewhat absurd and bizarre,
High Heaven City?
All sects coexisting??
Isnât this courting disaster!
Voices of opposition rang out in the meeting room. In their view, Zhang Fusheng was impressive, an early member of the High Heaven Association, who single-handedly orchestrated the Chongyang lockdown event,
but ultimately, he was just a Grandmasterâa Grandmaster, though more formidable than many present,
but...
A Grandmaster plotting against the Federation??
Utterly laughable!
Even Zhao Wenting, Chen Daoling, Li Guoquan, and Hu Zhongli, seated in the main positions, couldnât remain composed.
Li Guoquan furrowed his brows tightly, lightly tapping the table to signal everyone to be quiet.
Gazing at Zhang Fusheng, he said in a deep voice:
"Fusheng, what youâre saying is too ridiculous. Even if Chongyang truly fell onto the World Plateau and became an isolated cityâit doesnât mean itâs a place beyond the law."
"Not to mention, as soon as that Golden Armor Venerate strikes, your so-called High Heaven City will become ruins in an instant!"
After a pause,
Li Guoquan continued:
"Even if the Federation is too lazy to bother, really letting Chongyang become independent, do you want to acknowledge all the religious sects? To let them openly settle in??"
"Are you... insane!"
"Why would they bother with us??"
Hu Zhongli, besides him, was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and coughed gently, subtly saying:
"Fusheng, you might not have thought this through completely..."
Zhang Fusheng listened patiently and then shook his head:
"Then let me put it another way."
"From today on, Chongyang will be dictated by me alone."
"Iâm no longer asking for everyoneâs opinion, but... issuing commands."
Suddenly, fury surged in the meeting room, with high-ranking members sneering. Chen Daoling and Zhao Wentingâs brows were tightly knit, uncertain of what was going on with Fusheng,
Li Guoquanâs face showed uncertainty, and Hu Zhongli sighed softly, choosing not to interfere with wordsâ
He knew that the True Man valued Zhang Fusheng.
He didnât agree with what Zhang Fusheng was proposing, but he wouldnât directly oppose him, only advise him.
As for whether Zhang Fusheng could suppress these furious higher-ups?
That naturally depended on his own abilities...
As these thoughts surfaced in Hu Zhongliâs mind, the furious voices in the meeting room suddenly quieted down a bit,
He looked up and saw that behind Zhang Fushengâs head, four furnace fires appeared.
Hu Zhongli shook his head upon hearing the furious voices weaken again,
He looked again.
Besides those four furnace fires, unexpectedly, a Grotto Heaven emerged!!
Innate Realm.
Hu Zhongli rubbed his eyes in astonishment, how... did he become Innate??
Before Old Hu could react.
The second Grotto Heaven appeared, and the clamor in the meeting room quieted further.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth!
When ten Grotto Heavens revolved simultaneously,
The noise in the meeting room had practically faded to nothing.
And then.
The eleventh Grotto Heaven appeared.
With celestial music resounding, without being struck, like Golden Boy beating a gong and fairy singing.
The meeting room was utterly silent.
Everyone watched the young man blankly,
Chen Daolingâs throat bulged twice, forcing two words through his gritted teeth:
"Celestial Human..."
The Innate Realm, ten Grotto Heavens are the limit, only upon becoming a Celestial Human can one begin to experience the Five Declines,
With each decline, one can open seventy more Grotto Heavens.
Enduring all five declines, 360 orifices form 360 Grotto Heavens, with slight turns of the hand, a small world can collapse.
"Therefore."
As the eleven Grotto Heavens revolved, Zhang Fushengâs calm voice resonated:
"Chongyang will be dictated by me alone, does anyone oppose?"
Silence.
Still silence.
"So thatâs tacit approval?"
Zhang Fusheng said calmly, first patting Lin Changle on the shoulder:
"Did you get the result for the fingerprint I asked you to investigate?"
He was referring to the incident when Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng were on the same flight returning to Chongyang, during which the plane shook, and a giant stone struck,
leaving enormous fingerprints on both the fuselage and the giant rock.
Lin Changle nodded like a pecking chicken:
"Found it, found it..."
"Okay, organize it and send it to me later."
Zhang Fusheng abruptly changed the subject:
"Additionally, convey this message to all sects within the city and notify them to hold a meeting in Chongyang three days from now and have their high-ranking members attend."
"I will be present."
The last sentence was said as Zhang Fusheng, accompanied by Emperor Tang, turned and left without any hesitation.
Even after they left the meeting room for a long time, it remained silent.
"Celestial Human..." someone muttered again.