Mingdu.
The capital of the Sun Moon Federation, it is undoubtedly the largest city on the Douluo Continent.
This colossal city, situated in the western part of the continent, resembled a steel forest.
When Fang Yang and Gu Yuena arrived in Mingdu, they were met with a strong sense of modernity.
On the wide streets, various Spirit Tool cars shuttled back and forth like flowing water, their wheels rubbing against the road with a low, rhythmic hum.
On both sides of the street, skyscrapers rose, their glass and alloy facades gleaming with a cold light in the sunlight.
Patrol mechs occasionally swept across the sky, their thrusters trailing brilliant streams of light, adding a touch of fantasy to this city of steel.
"The Spirit Tool technology here is even more advanced than I imagined," Gu Yuena said softly, her gaze sweeping over a spiral-shaped building hundreds of meters tall.
Fang Yang nodded slightly: "The Sun Moon Federation's accumulation over tens of thousands of years is indeed extraordinary."
Today, Mingdu was exceptionally solemn because the Federal Parliament was about to convene a meeting that would determine the fate of the continent.
The Parliament Building stood in the center of the city, its hemispherical surface flowing with淡蓝色 energy ripples, like a beating heart.
Inside the assembly hall, two hundred and thirty-one seats were arranged in a circular fashion.
Each member represented a region under the Federation's jurisdiction—large cities often had multiple seats, while remote areas might share a single seat among several cities.
These members collectively formed the Federation's highest legislative body.
From these members, forty-two presidium members were elected, responsible for handling the Federation's daily affairs.
This core power circle included one Chairman, fifteen Vice Chairmen, and twenty-six committee members, who held the Federation's highest decision-making power.
As Fang Yang and Gu Yuena walked into the assembly hall, the atmosphere inside grew heavy.
The members sat according to their factions: blue represented the doves who advocated for peaceful development, red represented the hawks who favored military force, and white represented the neutral faction.
The intertwining of the three-colored seats outlined the complex political landscape of the Federation.
Fang Yang's expression was calm as he took his seat as the Federal Chairman.
Gu Yuena stood quietly beside him, her silver hair like a waterfall, her expression cool and aloof.
"Everyone."
Fang Yang's voice, amplified by the Spirit Tool loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire assembly hall, "Today, we will decide the future direction of the Federation."
An elderly dove faction member slowly rose, "On behalf of the dove faction, I fully support any decision made by Chairman Fang."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hawk faction general also stood up, his voice booming: "The hawk faction also supports any decision made by Chairman Fang."
The representatives of the neutral faction were stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.
No one had expected that the dove faction and the hawk faction, who were always at loggerheads, would reach an agreement on such a significant issue.
A murmur of whispers broke out in the assembly hall, and the neutral faction members huddled together, clearly shocked by this sudden turn of events.
Fang Yang's gaze calmly swept across the room, taking in everyone's reactions.
He slowly raised his hand, and the assembly hall immediately fell silent, all eyes fixed on him.
"The dove faction and the hawk faction have already stated their positions."
Fang Yang's voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority, "So, what are the opinions of the neutral faction?"
A middle-aged woman from the neutral faction stood up, her expression serious: "Chairman Fang, we of the neutral faction need to know your plan."
"That's right."
Another neutral faction member echoed, "We need to know how Chairman Fang intends to lead the Federation."
Fang Yang nodded slightly, his gaze profound, "Unify the Douluo Continent."
These words stirred up a thousand waves in the assembly hall, and the members all showed shocked expressions.
"Unify the continent?"
The neutral faction woman asked in shock, her voice trembling slightly, "Chairman Fang, do you know what this means?"
"Permanent peace."
Fang Yang said bluntly, his voice calm.
He stood up, his eyes like torches: "The Douluo Continent has been divided for too long; only true unification can bring lasting peace and prosperity."
Excitement flashed in the hawk faction general's eyes: "Chairman Fang is right! Only unification can make Douluo strong!"
The elderly dove faction member remained silent upon hearing this.
"Now."
Fang Yang's voice sounded again, "Please cast your votes."
The members of the hawk faction and the dove faction raised their hands almost without hesitation, in unison.
Although their original intentions might have been different, they maintained a high degree of consistency in supporting Fang Yang's decision.
At this moment, all the pressure fell on the neutral faction.
The neutral faction members looked at each other.
Finally, led by the middle-aged woman, they also raised their hands.
It passed unanimously.
Fang Yang nodded slightly, without any expression of surprise on his face: "Since that is the case, from today onwards, I will lead the Sun Moon Federation to embark on the great undertaking of unification."
"Yes, Chairman!"
A unanimous response echoed throughout the assembly hall. Members of different factions reached a rare consensus at this moment.
Fang Yang looked at the entire hall and announced: "Now, the meeting is adjourned."
And so, the members left one after another, all with different expressions on their faces.
"Not bad."
A steady voice sounded from behind.
Fang Yang and Gu Yuena turned to look.
They saw a middle-aged man in a black suit walking slowly. He had an elegant demeanor, yet his eyes held an undeniable sharpness.
Half a step behind him followed Kong De Yue, the Dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.
The identity of this person was, without a doubt, the previous Chairman of the Sun Moon Federation, Xu Jinghuang.
"Fang Yang, nice to meet you for the first time."
Xu Jinghuang smiled and extended his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration, "Your performance is even better than I imagined."
Fang Yang shook his hand, neither humble nor arrogant: "Senior Xu, I have long admired your reputation."
Xu Jinghuang's gaze then turned to Gu Yuena, his smile still present: "This must be Young Miss Gu Yuena, the Silver Dragon King? Indeed, she possesses unparalleled grace and an extraordinary aura."
Gu Yuena merely nodded slightly as a response, saying nothing more.
"Besides the eight legions, the War God Hall, and the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy will be your most reliable support," Xu Jinghuang said directly, his tone serious.
Kong De Yue heard this, stepped forward, and nodded solemnly: "The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy is at Chairman Fang's disposal at any time."
"All teachers and students, research resources, and Spirit Tool devices within the Academy will serve this purpose."
Fang Yang looked at Kong De Yue and said earnestly: "Thank you, Dean Kong."
"It is our honor."
Kong De Yue bowed slightly, "The entire Academy will go all out to provide the Chairman with the most advanced Spirit Tool technology support."
Xu Jinghuang looked at Fang Yang with profound eyes: "The War God Hall will depend on your strength."
"Good."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yang's simple word contained the confidence of reaching the Peak.
Xu Jinghuang smiled slightly and patted Fang Yang's shoulder: "Then, Fang Yang, I wish you good luck."
After speaking, he turned and left, with Kong De Yue following closely behind him.
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