I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

After reciting these sixteen characters, Zhao Wenjin felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his scalp tingled, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

overbearing!

Too domineering!

The first eight characters are the words on the Imperial Seal of the State, symbolizing the legitimacy of imperial power.

The last eight characters, however, were a declaration of the Han Dynasty at its most powerful time, a pride and expansionist desire engraved in the bones of the Chinese nation!

"This...this might be too much..."

Zhao Wenjin stammered a little. As the propaganda minister, he instinctively felt that these two sentences were a bit too "hatred-inducing" in the current international situation.

"Too much?"

The golden light in Li Chen's eyes slowly faded, and he returned control of his body to Li Changgeng, but the lingering power remained.

"That's too arrogant?"

Li Chen's voice echoed in the three men's minds, carrying a hint of disdainful sneer.

"What's wrong with my kingdom being a little arrogant?"

"Wherever the sun shines and the moon rises, that is my territory."

"This rule was established by me two thousand years ago, and it remains valid two thousand years later!"

Wang Yijun suddenly straightened his back, gave a standard military salute, and his eyes were full of fervor.

"Well written! That's how it should be written! We've been stifled for a hundred years, it's time to let loose!"

……

The next morning.

A major piece of news, simultaneously pushed out by all official media outlets in China, instantly went viral online.

[National-level special exhibition: The Huaxia Dragon Culture Museum breaks ground in Beijing today, with the first batch of exhibits being top-secret artifacts from the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor!]

[A mysterious stone tablet from Mount Tai was transported to Beijing overnight, suspected to contain genuine Qin Dynasty calligraphy!]

The news caused an immediate uproar online.

However, public opinion did not turn out as overwhelmingly in favor of the authorities.

On Weibo, several influential public intellectuals with millions of followers took the lead in launching an attack.

A prominent online figure, "Rational View of the World," posted a sarcastic comment:

"It's 2024 already, and we're still indulging in these feudal superstitions?"

"Can a broken stone and a few lines of classical Chinese really make a country powerful?"

"With this money, we should build more Hope Primary Schools or invest more in chip research and development."

"This kind of wasteful and extravagant vanity project is truly laughable."

The comment section below was even more chaotic.

"Exactly! With the economic situation so tense lately, why do we have to spend money to transport stones? How much will that cost?"

"It's just a diversionary tactic; they're definitely trying to cover up some social conflict."

"What dragon culture? I think it's just a fabricated culture. The Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum hasn't even been excavated yet, so where did these top-secret artifacts come from? It's obviously fake."

"I also read that inscription. 'Wherever the sun and moon shine, it's all Han territory.' That's so Nazi-like! This kind of extreme nationalism is unacceptable; it will cause international disputes!"

Looking at the sarcastic comments on the tablet, Zhao Wenjin was so angry that his hands were trembling.

"These ungrateful bastards! They've been kneeling for so long they can't stand up anymore, huh?"

He turned to look at the dragon-shaped necklace standing on the incense table, about to say something...

"Need not."

Li Chen's voice was frighteningly calm.

"Let them curse."

"The more fiercely you criticize, the louder the resounding the slap in the face will be."

"and……"

A playful smile curved Li Chen's lips. "What I need is this kind of intense emotional fluctuation. Whether it's worship or hatred, anything directed at me is a form of 'psychic power'."

"Let's go, the auspicious time has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenjin stood up and straightened his collar.

By this time, the museum's square had been filled with reporters, online celebrities, and onlookers who had come after hearing the news.

A huge red cloth covered the Taishan stone tablet, revealing only the black base underneath.

Although it was a temporary venue, it was surrounded by armed police officers with live ammunition, and the tense atmosphere made everyone present feel uneasy.

Isn't this security level a bit too high?

"Hello everyone, I'm a reporter from YS News. We're currently located at..."

Countless cameras were pointed at the center of the square.

As a representative of the military, Wang Yijun did not deliver any lengthy speeches.

He simply strode up to the stone tablet, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the entire area.

"Unveiling!"

With a command given, the red cloth slid down.

The weathered Taishan stone, along with the sixteen large, elegant characters on it, was instantly exposed to the sunlight.

"Buzz—!"

The moment the red cloth hit the ground, a strange scene unfolded.

It was broad daylight, and the sun was shining brightly.

But everyone present heard a low hum.

The sound wasn't heard through the ears; it exploded directly in the mind!

It was like an ancient bell that had been sleeping for a thousand years being struck, or like an ancient behemoth groaning in the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, the screens of all the mobile phones and cameras that were broadcasting live on site instantly went blank!

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The sound of electricity crackling could be heard intermittently.

Even though the streetlights around the square were not turned on during the day, their bulbs suddenly exploded due to some kind of strong magnetic field interference!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The sound of shattering glass startled the crowd, causing them to scream and back away.

But what's even more terrifying is that the sixteen characters on the stone tablet emitted a faint golden light even without any light source!

The golden light wasn't dazzling, but it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

The few internet celebrities who were just being sarcastic and sarcastic during the live stream suddenly felt their legs go weak and knelt down on the ground with a "thump".

It's not that they want to kneel.

It was that kind of suppression from the depths of their blood that made them unable to stand at all!

That's ingrained in our genes—a reverence for our ancestors!

The crowd fell into a deathly silence.

Only the stone tablet stood there silently, overlooking the group of dumbfounded modern people.

As if to say:

"Kneel down."

"Listen to me tell you the stories of the past."