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Three days later, in Chaoge City.

Lutai Square was packed with people, and red flags were waving everywhere. The people of Dashang were dressed in red and green, beating drums and gongs, and the atmosphere was ten times more lively than during the Spring Festival.

In the very center of the square, a temporary altar, hundreds of feet high, had been erected. There was no Hongjun or the Three Pure Ones enshrined on the altar; instead, a huge golden statue stood upright in the very center.

The statue depicts Lin Xuan. In his left hand, he holds a book titled "Strategies for Governing the Country and Ensuring Peace," while in his right hand, he grips a brick. The craftsman has sculpted his expression with remarkable realism, exuding an air of domineering confidence that says, "Come and fight me if you dare."

Lin Xuan and his large family sat in the VIP box on the top floor of Lutai.

He looked at the statue below, his lips twitching.

"That Di Xin kid needs to improve his taste. When am I usually this arrogant? I'm clearly a cultured person who persuades people with reason."

Beside her, Nuwa peeled a grape and stuffed it into Lin Xuan's mouth, giving him a disdainful look.

"You're just talking. All those saints you've tricked, which one doesn't think you're a living devil?"

Lin Tian leaned on the railing, pointing at the brick in the statue's hand, and excitedly shouted.

"Father! That brick is exactly the same as the Heaven-Turning Seal in my hand! Uncle Di Xin has a great eye!"

On the altar, Di Xin, dressed in a royal robe with a black bird totem, strode to the front. He didn't bring a speech; he simply took a deep breath, channeled his true imperial energy, and spoke in a voice loud enough to echo throughout most of Chaoge City.

"People of the Great Shang! Ji Chang, that rebellious ruler of Xiqi, has starved to death in Qishan! Those mystical charlatans of the Chan Sect have also been driven back to their homeland!"

The people below erupted in thunderous cheers.

Di Xin pressed his hands down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Whom do we owe our present situation—the ability to eat our fill and have money to spend? Is it the will of Heaven? Is it those bald monks from the Western religion who only know how to beg? Neither!"

Di Xin suddenly turned around and pointed at the statue of Lin Xuan behind him.

"We rely on our Holy Father of Humanity! The Thirteen Ancestral Witches of the Pangu Temple! From this day forward, within the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty, all doctrines of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect are abolished! Anyone who dares to chant scriptures and preach on our territory will have their legs broken and be thrown out!"

Upon hearing these words, the golden dragon of fortune above the entire city of Chaoge suddenly let out a deafening roar.

The already massive golden dragon instantly doubled in size. Its golden scales dazzled in the sunlight. It circled twice in mid-air, then saw a purple auspicious cloud carrying the will of Heaven drifting across the sky.

Without saying a word, the auspicious golden dragon opened its mouth wide and swallowed the cloud whole.

After swallowing, it even humanely let out a loud burp, releasing a ring of golden light.

Inside the private room, Lin Xuan watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

"This is a huge profit. Luck is something that can be incredibly powerful. The Great Shang Dynasty is now completely out of the control of Heaven."

Lin Ze frantically took notes on the accounting jade slip beside him.

"Our luck has increased by 300%, which translates to top-grade spirit stones... Dad, we've made a fortune this time."

While the city of Chaoge was filled with jubilation, the atmosphere in several sacred sites thousands of miles away had plummeted to freezing point.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat on a futon, looking at the Dharma net in front of him that represented the fortune of the Chan Sect.

On the net of justice, the vast causal thread belonging to Xiqi had been completely severed into ashes. The golden dragon of fortune for the entire Chan Sect had withered like a malnourished loach, lying in a corner, not even wanting to move.

"Emperor Xin... Lin Xuan..."

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth and squeezed out the two names. His chest heaved violently, and his magical power overflowed uncontrollably.

"Click—"

Inside the main hall of Jade Void Palace, two newly repaired white jade pillars were crushed into powder by his overwhelming pressure.

The twelve Golden Immortals below (now only eleven remain, Cihang has already fled) knelt on the ground, heads bowed, not daring to even breathe. Guang Chengzi's head was still wrapped in bandages, and Taiyi Zhenren touched his bald head; they were all pretending to be dead.

Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to barely suppress the urge to vomit blood.

Xiqi is gone, and the Investiture of the Gods is still empty. He has no idea how to clean up this mess.