The Great Dictator of Gaotian City

Chongyang City, Executive Building.

After a month of repairs, the damage caused to the city by the upheaval a month ago has been largely restored.

The Executive Building has also been put back into use.

Meeting room.

Li Guoquan tapped the conference table and spoke in a low voice:

"A man from the capital died on the Double Ninth Festival, and two deities descended, one whose true form is unknown, and the other is that famous golden-armored figure. What do you all think?"

Silence, and more silence.

One of the directors spoke softly:

"I've heard that many important figures who came to hunt down the people from the capital that day were members of our Gaotian Association?"

"That's indeed a claim," Hu Zhongli nodded in affirmation, "But it can't be completely confirmed yet—but that doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing."

As he spoke, he exhaled a soft breath, still somewhat apprehensive about the terrifying beings within the Gaotian Association.

He never considered himself, at the Innate Great Realm, to be at the top of the Gaotian Association, but...

The terrifying figures that day were all at least at the Heavenly Human Level, and the being that arrived riding a divine chariot was even more bizarre.

The arrow caused the world to lose its color, recreating the Merciful Divine Arrow of that day, and even caused the body of a deity to collapse, with flesh and blood falling like rain!

Zhao Wenting sighed softly:

"Today, the flesh and blood of the gods are still piled up in the wilderness, forming a 'Great Wall of Flesh and Blood,' which is impossible to cross."

After pausing for a moment, he looked at Chen Daoling:

"Old Chen, any news about your eldest nephew?"

A wry smile appeared on the latter's face:

"Where is there any news? We've been out of contact for a month, perhaps..."

The people in the meeting room fell silent.

After a long silence, Hu Zhongli spoke in a deep voice:

"Now, everyone, please remain silent. Don't make any more noise. That Golden Armor Venerable is not Yang Shexing can compare to."

"If He were to suddenly become enraged and overturn the entire Chongyang Palace, the Federation would only hold him accountable."

"He is, after all, an Orthodox God, beyond our reach."

Everyone in the meeting room nodded silently, a sense of powerlessness rising within them.

If it were only Yang Shexing, although he couldn't confront him head-on, he could at least strategize and deal with the situation.

But a god?

They can't even muster the thought of confrontation!

Chongyang is now caught between the Federation and that Governor Su; his days are probably numbered.

"And there are also the hidden masters of various sects within the city," Li Guoquan said bitterly. "I've received news that even some Celestial Person from heretical sects have already entered the city."

Lin Changle, the director of the Public Security Bureau, shrank back and said in a low voice:

"Recently, the city's public security has completely spiraled out of control, descending into widespread chaos, with many cult members running rampant in broad daylight—it's simply impossible to manage them."

Chen Daoling nodded solemnly:

"I requested assistance from the Investigation Bureau —but it was like throwing a stone into the sea; the Investigation Bureau didn't respond to me at all."

Just as everyone fell silent, feeling a sense of powerlessness, a commotion suddenly arose outside the meeting room.

All the high-ranking officials of Chongyang Hospital present glanced at him.

As the conference room door opened, a handsome and imposing middle-aged man walked in first.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, another young man slowly followed them in.

"Fu Sheng?!"

Chen Daoling stood up in surprise:

"You're finally back. A lot has happened during the month you were gone on Chongyang Festival."

I'm fine.

Zhang Fusheng strode forward steadily. Lin Changle subconsciously called out "Director!" and hurriedly stood up to offer him his seat.

But he pressed his hands on her shoulders and forced her back down to sit.

However, apart from Li Guoquan and Hu Zhongli, the other senior members of Chongyang stood up one after another.

Look at this former Director-General of the Public Security Bureau, whose tenure was short but almost legendary.

The Emperor Tang looked around curiously.

Zhang Fusheng looked around, his voice steady:

"I'm just an ordinary citizen now, everyone please sit down."

The senior executives of Chongyang looked at each other, then slowly took their seats. The large conference room fell silent as everyone watched the young man.

Lin Changle felt the warmth of the hands on her shoulders and obediently raised her head, but Zhang Fusheng quickly pressed her head back down.

She heard 'Director Zhang' speak calmly:

"I've returned to announce two things. First, bad news—Chongyang is falling from the Golden Province."

The meeting room was noisy; was it about to fall?

What does this mean?

Hu Zhongli was filled with doubt and uncertainty:

"Fusheng, what exactly happened?"

Zhang Fusheng shook his head and said calmly:

"Literally, Chongyang World are breaking away from the Golden Province and are irresistibly drifting towards the World Plateau."

"At the latest, three months—that is, next February."

"At the earliest, it might be within the next day or two."

He paused, then continued in a slow, steady, and powerful tone:

"At that time, the Double Ninth Festival will appear on the World Plateau —the reason is unknown, but it is most likely related to a small town called Chang'an in the wilderness."

The conference room was deathly silent; everyone was processing this terrifying information.

But before they could calm down...

The young man, who was currently supporting the director of the General Administration, spoke again with great efficiency:

"The second thing is that after Chongyang City completely drifted down to the World Plateau, it was officially renamed [Gaotian City]."

Change name?

This matter is alright.

In the conference room, just as this thought flashed through everyone's minds, they heard the handsome young man continue:

"Gaotian City recognizes the legitimacy of Daoism, Buddhist Sect, Confucian Sect, and the Myriad Gods Cult, and allows these religions to establish strongholds in Chongyang City."

"Furthermore, Gaotian City will declare its secession from the Federation and establish full autonomy, and a New Sect will be established within the city—called [New Sect]."

Zhang Fusheng's First Seat were like a bomb going off, causing an uproar in the large conference room.

He watched the crowd chattering and discussing amongst themselves, his expression calm.

This matter had already been discussed with Su Qiansuan and the Golden Armored Being; the forty-nine provinces were separated from each other.

Although both can be accessed via transit through the World Plateau,

However, with the Golden Province now independent, it is difficult to ensure that it can provide mutual support and assistance to the other three rebellious provinces.

Then.

Chongyang, or rather Gaotian City, can then cooperate with the Golden Province to keep each other in check and divert the Federation's attention.

Zhang Fusheng did not believe that the future Gaotian City alone could stand against the Federation.

Even with the addition of the Golden Province, it would be difficult; at best, they could only barely sustain themselves—this was due to the ongoing internal struggles within the Federation, which left them no time to attend to other matters.

Therefore, he chose to bring various religious sects "into his fold" and acknowledge and establish their "legitimacy".

Amid the commotion, Zhang Fusheng spoke in a low voice:

"Quiet."

Then, the meeting room fell silent.

He said calmly:

"Chongyang City, which is now known as Gaotian City, will serve as a link between various religions, allowing them to hold discussions within the city."

"This is a crucial prerequisite for the establishment of Gaotian City."

"I will strive to transform Gaotian City from a chaotic place where various factions converge into a [referee] capable of resolving disputes between different religions."

"Now."

"Now that I have finished speaking, what do you all think?"

Although he was asking a question, Zhang Fusheng's voice carried an undeniable tone.

One of the senior executives of Chongyang High School couldn't hold back any longer:

"Director Zhang, are the two Golden Councilor aware of these matters?"

"Have no idea."

Zhang Fusheng calmly replied:

"I am a dictator."

"On what grounds?" someone else asked, finding this 'second matter' utterly absurd and bizarre.

Gaotian City?

Multiple religions coexisting?

Isn't that just asking for death?!

A chorus of dissenting voices rose in the conference room. In their view, Zhang Fusheng was very capable, an early member of the Gaotian Association, and the one who orchestrated the martial law decree imposed on the Double Ninth Festival.

But in the end, he was just a Great Grandmaster —although Great Grandmaster was already more powerful than many of those present.

Can.

Great Grandmaster is plotting against the Federation?

That's ridiculous!

Even Zhao Wenting, Chen Daoling, Li Guoquan, and Hu Zhongli, who were in the main seats, were getting restless.

Li Guoquan frowned deeply, tapped the table lightly, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

He stared at Zhang Fusheng and spoke in a deep voice:

"Fusheng, what you're saying is a bit too absurd. Even if Chongyang really did fall to the World Plateau and become an isolated city—that doesn't mean it's a lawless place."

"Putting everything else aside, as long as that golden-armored venerable one makes a move, your so-called Gaotian City will be reduced to ruins in an instant!"

After a short while,

Li Guoquan continued:

"Even if the Federation is too lazy to bother with it and really lets Chongyang become independent, are you going to recognize all the religions and sects? Are you going to let them move in openly and legitimately?"

"Are you crazy?!"

Why should they even acknowledge us?

Hu Zhongli, who was standing to the side, paused for a moment, then nodded, coughed lightly, and said cryptically:

"Fusheng, you really didn't think this through."

Zhang Fusheng listened patiently until the end, then shook his head.

"Then let me put it another way."

"From this day forward, I will rule the Double Ninth Festival alone."

"I'm no longer asking for everyone's opinions; I'm issuing orders."

The meeting room suddenly erupted in anger. Some senior officials sneered, while Chen Daoling and Zhao Wenting frowned, wondering what had gotten into Fusheng.

Li Guoquan's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. Hu Zhongli sighed softly and chose not to interfere.

He knew that the True Person valued Zhang Fusheng.

He disagreed with what Zhang Fusheng said, but he wouldn't directly oppose it; he would only offer advice.

As for whether Zhang Fusheng can quell the anger of these high-ranking officials?

It all depends on his own abilities.

These thoughts had barely formed in Hu Zhongli's mind when the angry shouts in the conference room suddenly subsided.

He looked up and saw that four stove flames had appeared behind Zhang Fusheng's head.

Hu Zhongli shook his head, hearing the angry shouts weaken once more.

He looked again.

Beside those four braziers, a Cave Heaven suddenly appeared!

The Innate Great Realm.

Hu Zhongli rubbed his eyes in astonishment. How could he be born with this condition?

Before Old Hu could react...

The second Cave Heaven appeared, and the noise in the conference room quieted down a little more.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth!

When the ten Cave Heaven rotate simultaneously

The murmurs in the conference room had become so faint as to be almost nonexistent.

Then.

It is the eleventh Cave Heaven.

It was Immortal Music, like a golden boy striking a gong and fairies singing, that resounded forth without being struck by a drum.

The meeting room fell into complete silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the young man.

Chen Daoling's throat bobbed twice, and he forced out two words through his teeth:

"Celestial Person".

At the Innate Great Realm, ten Cave Heaven are the limit; only after achieving the status of Celestial Person can one begin to experience the Five Decays.

With each decline, seventy new Cave Heaven would open.

After the Five Decays were exhausted, the three hundred and sixty orifices were transformed into three hundred and sixty Cave Heaven. With a flick of the wrist, a small world was destroyed.

"In this way."

As the eleven Cave Heaven revolved, Zhang Fusheng's calm voice echoed:

"I will rule the Double Ninth Festival entirely on my own; who dares to object?"

Quiet.

Still quiet.

"So that means everyone's tacitly agreeing?"

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, first patting Lin Changle on the shoulder:

"Have you gotten any results regarding the fingerprints I asked you to check?"

He was referring to the incident when he, Li Yiyi, Luo Cheng were on the same flight back to Chongyang, during which the plane shook and a huge rock struck them.

Huge fingerprints were left on the fuselage and the large rock.

Lin Changle nodded like a chick pecking at rice:

"We've found it! We've found it!"

"Okay, organize it later and send it to me."

Zhang Fusheng abruptly changed the subject:

"Furthermore, convey this message to all the sects and factions in the city, informing them that a meeting will be held in three days on the Double Ninth Festival, and that their leaders should attend."

I will attend.

With those last words, Zhang Fusheng turned and left with the Emperor Tang without hesitation.

Even long after they left the meeting room, it remained quiet.

"Celestial Person being," someone murmured again.