Although the subsequent arrangements had been finalized, Zhang Yang had no intention of returning immediately.
It was not that he was worried Zhao Xianyu could not handle things, nor that he feared Lame Robin would rebel. In truth, he was worried that Zhao Xianyu would refuse to obey.
Therefore, while all the authority was still in his hands, he had to make some arrangements.
These arrangements were not merely for his eventual return here. More importantly, they were to secure a secret fallback in the Fantasy World.
Since Zhao Xianyu also knew how to reach the Fantasy World, Zhang Yang had to guard against that fellow killing his way back there.
That thought was somewhat too dark and exhausting, but Zhang Yang had never been afraid to assume the worst of everyone.
Based on this, Storm City—the divine kingdom above and below the heavens—had to accomplish several things.
First, ensure that it would not be breached by those otherworldly invaders within a thousand years.
Second, ensure that Zhao Xianyu did not grow powerful enough to become so arrogant and self-important that nobody could restrain him, ultimately leading him to attack Zhang Yang's headquarters for the sake of profit.
Third, on this foundation, put a chain around Zhao Xianyu.
"Xianyu, inherit the divine kingdom and the divine position of the Thunderbolt Pseudo-God first."
Standing at the highest point of Storm City—the former City Lord's Residence, and the former Thunderbolt Pseudo-God's temple tower—Zhang Yang looked down over the surroundings with an indifferent expression. Behind him stood Lame Robin and Zhao Xianyu, who was both delighted and alarmed.
"Yes, my lord."
Zhao Xianyu acted according to his command. He was still a level-37 Great Mountain God, so controlling the divine kingdom was effortless. In just a few seconds, magnificent, dazzling lines appeared across