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

The rain in Yuzhou lasted for three days and three nights.

The dried-up riverbed shimmered with water again, and the cracked earth was filled with rainwater.

Those crops that were originally on the verge of death actually recovered.

The farmers knelt on the ridges of the fields and kowtowed to the sky.

Online discussions about "dragons" have completely exploded.

"Brothers, is there any doubt about this? This is a dragon!"

"My grandfather said that when he was a child, he heard his grandfather tell him that the Chinese nation has been protected by dragons since ancient times."

"Don't be ridiculous, that's feudal superstition! It's definitely a weather weapon!"

"Weather weapon my foot! Even the CNN reporter was dumbfounded. Didn't you watch the live broadcast?"

The debate lasted for three days, and its intensity only increased.

However, the authorities have remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the allegations.

This attitude, on the contrary, has completely piqued the curiosity of the public.

The Dragon Culture Museum in Beijing.

Since the Taishan stone tablet was erected, this place has become a popular spot for online influencers to take photos.

Every day from morning till night, there are long queues at the entrance, and the security personnel's voices have become hoarse from shouting.

"Line up! Line up! Don't push!"

The group included students, office workers, elderly people, and even many foreign tourists.

A girl dressed in Hanfu held up a selfie stick and excitedly spoke to the camera.

"Family, I finally got in the queue! I waited for three hours!"

In her live stream, the chat was flooded with comments.

"Host, go check out the bamboo slips! I heard there's some juicy information inside!"

"Yes, yes, yes, in Hall Two, someone has translated those unearthed bamboo slips!"

"Holy crap, I went to see it yesterday, it's really scary!"

The girl looked puzzled, but still followed the instructions in the live chat and headed towards Hall 2.

Exhibition Hall 2 was bustling with people.

This area was originally a less popular spot, displaying only unearthed fragments of bamboo slips, which most tourists wouldn't even glance at.

But now, it's packed with people.

In front of the display case, several young people wearing glasses were having a heated discussion.

"Look at this passage, the record in the Book of Han, Treatise on the Five Elements: In 121 BC, Huo Qubing was fighting against the Xiongnu, and his army was trapped in the Qilian Mountains."

"Historical records say that a sudden blizzard struck, and most of the Xiongnu army froze to death, allowing Huo Qubing to break out of the encirclement."

"But look at this bamboo slip; it's a private record from the military historian of that time."

The young man pointed to a yellowed bamboo slip in the display case. The text on it was already blurred, but the translation sign next to it was written clearly.

That night, a dragon's roar suddenly echoed through the army, shaking the valleys. Everyone was startled. In an instant, a blizzard arose, and the world changed color. A golden dragon burst forth from the clouds, circling above the enemy camp. The Xiongnu army was terrified, and their ranks were thrown into chaos. General Huo led his troops in a charge, returning with a great victory…

"this……"

The girl looked at the translation sign and forgot to hold up her selfie stick.

A middle-aged man next to him pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "And this one too, look at this one."

He pointed to another display case.

There, on display, is an even older bamboo slip, dating back to the Qin Dynasty.

[...In the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign, during his northern tour, he was assassinated. More than three hundred assassins, all fierce warriors, attacked. His guards were no match for them, and His Majesty was in grave danger. Suddenly, golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a five-clawed golden dragon, which coiled atop the imperial carriage. The assassins, seeing this, retreated in terror. His Majesty was unharmed...]

"Holy crap..."

"This can't be true, can it?"

Did Qin Shi Huang also see a dragon?

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder and louder.

The girl's live stream chat room exploded.

"Hey streamer, don't just stand there! Keep watching!"

"Hurry to Hall 3! There's something even more amazing there!"

The girl swallowed hard and strode towards exhibition hall number three.

Hall 3 was even more crowded.

This place displays fragments of historical records and folk notes from various dynasties.

An elderly professor dressed in a Zhongshan suit is giving a lecture to a group of students.

"Look at this book, the Veritable Records of the Ming Dynasty. During the Yongle reign, Zheng He's fleet encountered a storm during his voyages to the Western Ocean."

"Normally, a storm of that magnitude should have sunk the entire fleet to the bottom of the sea."

"But Zheng He's fleet was not only unharmed, but after the storm, it was found that its speed was three times faster than usual."

The old professor pointed to the ancient books in the display case, his voice trembling slightly.

"Zheng He wrote this sentence in his private diary."

He paused, then slowly recited: "...In the storm, a golden dragon broke through the waves, seized our ship's bow, and led us to safety. The dragon's body was tens of feet long, its scales were like gold, and its eyes were like the sun and moon. We bowed our heads, and the dragon nodded and departed..."

The exhibition hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at the yellowed ancient book, their faces filled with shock.

The girl's hands were shaking, and the chat messages in the live stream were so numerous that they were unreadable.

"this……"

The girl's voice had changed tone.

In the live stream, people started spamming the chat.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Is this all real?"

"I don't believe it! It must be something the museum made up to attract tourists!"

"Nonsense! These are all unearthed artifacts, authenticated by experts!"

More and more people gathered around the exhibition hall.

Some people were taking photos with their phones, while others were frantically taking notes in their notebooks.

The old professor took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a handkerchief, and his voice was choked with emotion.

"I have studied history for fifty years and always thought that those records about dragons were just the imagination of the ancients."

"But now..."

He looked at the artifacts in the display case, his eyes reddening.

"Perhaps our ancestors never lied to us."

"Throughout China's five thousand years of history, there truly has been a dragon that has always protected us."

In the exhibition hall, some people began to wipe away tears.

The girl in Hanfu also had tears in her eyes at that moment.

She raised the selfie stick, facing the camera, her voice trembling.

"Family members, I...I don't know what to say right now."

But then I suddenly realized something.

Why is it that our Chinese nation, having experienced so many crises of national subjugation and annihilation, has always managed to survive?

"Why is our civilization the only ancient civilization in the world that has never been interrupted?"

"because……"

She took a deep breath, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Because there really are people protecting us."

The chat in the live stream stopped.

A few seconds later, the screen was flooded with messages.

I cried.

"Damn it, what's a grown man like me crying for! But I really did cry!"

"May our ancestors protect us! May our ancestors truly protect us!"

Meanwhile, in Zhongnanhai, in a top-secret conference room.

Chen Dong looked at the report in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"The public discussion can no longer be suppressed."

Zhao Wenjin sat opposite him, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"The museum is seeing record-breaking visitor numbers every day."

"Those bamboo slips and ancient books are genuine unearthed cultural relics, and we cannot remove them."

"Right now, the whole internet is talking about it; eight out of the top ten trending topics are related to dragons."

Chen Dong was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is Dragon Lord still not awake?"

"no."

Wang Yijun shook his head.

"It's been three days, and the necklace hasn't reacted at all."

"The medical team said the necklace's temperature has been dropping and is now close to freezing."

Chen Dong tapped his fingers on the table and finally sighed.

"Continue to observe."

"Also, notify the museum to increase security."

"Since we can't suppress it, let nature take its course."

"But we absolutely cannot let anything happen to the Dragon Lord."