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

Wilson's consciousness gradually cleared amidst the excruciating pain, and an unprecedented realization welled up within him.

Quantum mechanics and relativity are both pale and powerless explanations in the face of absolute power.

The true ultimate goal is the evolution of life!

It is physical immortality!

I don't know how much time passed.

The screams gradually subsided.

Wilson lay on the ground, panting heavily.

His clothes were soaked in mud and smelled foul, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He raised his hand shakily.

The back of his hand, which was originally covered with age spots and looked like withered tree bark, has now become smooth and rosy, with skin as firm as that of a thirty-year-old man.

He took a deep breath.

The dull pain that had been tormenting him in his chest disappeared, replaced by a surge of vitality.

He could even hear the powerful pounding of his own heart, like a V8 engine that had just had its oil changed.

"My God..."

Wilson got up from the ground.

At that moment, he felt so light that he could fly.

He touched his face and looked at his reflection in the puddle.

A head full of white hair turned black.

Rejuvenate!

This is true rejuvenation!

On the shore, everyone was petrified.

The frail old man from before was gone, replaced by a sprightly, ruddy-faced, handsome middle-aged man.

If it weren't for that signature tattered suit, no one would believe it was the same person.

"A miracle...this is a miracle..."

The French diplomat who had been shouting moments before suddenly knelt down with a thud, making the sign of the cross on his chest, his lips trembling.

Science cannot explain this scene.

It can only be a god.

Wilson stood on the white jade platform, ignoring the gasps from the shore.

He slowly turned around to face the enormous golden dragon head.

This time, his eyes were filled with an extreme, fanatical devotion.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

"Thump!"

Wilson knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the hard white marble slab with a crisp sound.

"Wilson, I pay homage to the true God!"

He raised his head and shouted, almost a roar, at his former colleagues on the shore:

"To hell with science! To hell with the Nobel Prize! I've seen the truth! I've seen the end of evolution!"

"From this day forward, I am no longer physicist Wilson, I am the servant of the Dragon God!"

The sound echoed through the valley, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The Western delegation members looked ashen-faced.

It’s over.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Wilson, who had just been rejuvenated and possessed the robust physique of a thirty-year-old, was tirelessly kowtowing.

"Great Dragon God! Supreme Ruler!"

Wilson looked up, and his eyes, which had once been full of wisdom and scrutiny, now held only a chilling fanaticism.

"Please allow me to stay! Even if it's as the lowest of janitors! As long as I can listen to your teachings, as long as I can breathe the air around you, that's the whole meaning of my life!"

On the shore, the members of the Western expedition watched this scene with a sense of absurdity, as if it were a nightmare.

That's Wilson!

Nobel Prize laureate in Physics, White House science advisor, and a pillar of strength for the Western scientific community.

Now, however, he's like an old dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, kneeling before an Eastern creature and pleading for a job sweeping floors.

What's even more frightening is that, looking at Wilson's young and taut face, many people actually felt a pang of... jealousy.

If being a dog could grant immortality, could I have a dog leash too?

Faced with this overwhelming enthusiasm, Li Chen, who was hovering in mid-air, simply yawned lazily.

The dragon's huge mouth opened, and the blast of air instantly sent Wilson rolling three times on the ground.

"Stay?"

Li Chen's voice carried a hint of disdain, as if he were looking at a fly trying to crawl onto the dining table, "I don't keep idle people here."

Wilson scrambled to his feet, not bothering to wipe the dust off his face, and said urgently.

"I'm not idle! I know physics! I know math! I can help you with the calculations..."

"calculate?"

Li Chen scoffed, his golden vertical pupils revealing undisguised contempt.

"What are you calculating? Are you calculating how much spiritual energy I consume in one meal? Or when will I ascend to immortality?"

"Your laughable arithmetic can't even decipher the patterns on my scales."

Wilson froze.

Yes.

In the face of miracles, formulas are nothing but waste paper.

"Then... what can I do?"

Wilson was in despair; he felt abandoned outside the door of truth.

"Please, don't send me away! I'll wither away if I leave here!"

"Who said you could leave?"

Li Chen's massive dragon head lowered slightly, and a terrifying sense of oppression instantly enveloped Wilson's entire body. "I bestowed upon you this fortune, not so you could scrub the floor here."

"The floors of the Dragon Kingdom will be cleaned by the people of the Dragon Kingdom."

Chen Dong, standing on the shore, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Why does this sound so awkward?

However, he quickly adjusted his expression, revealing his signature professional fake smile, and quietly watched how things unfolded.

This "ancestor" is about to do something big again.

Listen, mortal.

Li Chen's voice became grand and solemn, each syllable seemingly imprinted directly into the depths of Wilson's soul.

"This deity needs incense offerings."

"This deity needs the power of vows."

"Since your Western science cannot explain this world, then overturn it."

Li Chen extended a dragon claw and pointed it towards the distant west, "Go back to your country. Tell those fools who are still playing with electrons and magnetic fields that the real era has arrived."

"Let's build a temple."

"Go erect a statue."

"Go and spread the fame of the deity."

Li Chen paused, a glint of light flashing in his vertical pupils, "When we reach the Western Lands, when everyone chants my name and my image is worshipped everywhere... I will grant you the status of an 'outer disciple' and impart to you the true path to immortality."

boom!

For Wilson, this statement was tantamount to a nuclear bomb exploding.

Outer disciple!

The Path to Immortality!

That single drop of waste blood had already made him young again.

If it's a genuine cultivation technique... wouldn't that allow one to become a god?

"I...I do!"