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

Beijing.

"My God, what's that in the sky?!"

The first person to discover it was an old man named Wang who was delivering goods on a tricycle.

He was pedaling, and when he looked up, he froze. The tricycle had crashed directly into a lamppost.

"A dragon! It's a dragon!!!"

That shout completely stunned everyone on the street.

Countless people turned to look in the direction of Yufeng Mountain, and then froze in shock.

It was a colossal golden dragon that almost occupied half the sky, and even from tens of kilometers away, its body could still be clearly seen churning in the clouds.

The golden scales shimmered in the sunlight, and with each sway of its whiskers, it was as if a wind was blowing from the sky.

"Damn it, I couldn't get a ticket. I thought I'd never see him again in my life."

A deliveryman in a food delivery uniform threw his electric scooter to the side of the road and started taking pictures with his phone.

"Alive! Really alive!"

"Dragon God! Dragon God!"

I don't know who knelt down first, but then everyone on the street spontaneously knelt down on one knee.

At the nearby KFC, a child munching on fried chicken tugged at his mother's sleeve. "Mommy, aren't dragons amazing?"

"More than impressive."

The mother held her child tightly, her eyes reddening. "That is our Dragon Kingdom's god, the god who has protected us for two thousand years."

Cities within a radius of tens of kilometers around Beijing were all gripped by the same shock.

On the highway, speeding vehicles slowed down one after another, and the drivers leaned out to look up at the golden figure.

Some people are laughing, some are crying, and others are frantically taking photos to post on social media.

But most people simply watched quietly, hands clasped together, praying silently.

Li Chen did not deliberately restrain his aura; wherever he passed, heaven and earth naturally submitted.

Those people posted the photos online, and it immediately caused an uproar.

"Damn it, I bought a ticket to Beijing first, but I didn't get a ticket to Guanlongtai through the lottery, so I refunded the ticket. Now I'm kicking myself!"

"What's so special about the person upstairs? My family got tickets in the lottery, and we were planning to go together, but then I realized I wouldn't be able to get in, so we didn't go. Now they regret it so much!"

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! Are you guys here to be funny?"

"Don't laugh at others. I'm even more ridiculous. I even got to the capital, but because I didn't get a ticket and the traffic in the capital was too bad, I had to come back. Now I want to travel back in time and slap myself."

"The person upstairs is awesome."

The comments section quickly went off-topic, turning from awe at the appearance of the dragon into a scene of widespread regret.

Someone dug up their chat history, took a screenshot, and posted it online: "See? My friend advised me not to go yesterday, saying the weather forecast predicted rain and there would be traffic jams, so it wasn't worth it. Now this guy has blocked me."

"Bro, your friend probably tried to snag all the tickets for the dragon viewing party, but ended up not getting any himself, right?"

"Yes! I just asked him, and he said he was stuck in traffic on the highway for three hours and went home in a huff. Now he's kicking himself!"

The online buzz exploded, causing servers on major platforms to crash due to the overwhelming demand.

At this moment, those people standing on the streets of Beijing looking up at the sky have no time to look at their phones.

They simply knelt silently, watching the golden figure tumble through the clouds, feeling the awe that came from the depths of their souls.

At this moment, no one regretted not buying a ticket.

Because being able to witness the dragon appear in the world with their own eyes, even if it's just a glimpse from afar, is enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.

......

On the other side of the ocean, inside a Gothic cathedral.

Wilson stood in front of the projection screen, which was displaying photos sent from the Dragon Kingdom.

The golden dragon coiled above the sea of ​​clouds, its scales shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Wilson's hands trembled slightly.

He was a Nobel Prize laureate in Physics, a man standing at the top of the scientific pyramid.

He spent most of his life proving that everything in this world can be explained by formulas and deduced by data.

Until that day, he witnessed the power of the Dragon God with his own eyes.

The divine power that made him young completely shattered all his understanding.

After returning, he kept studying that divine power.

He actually managed to figure out some things using his own Dragon Slave Seal.

While I can't claim immortality, I'm certainly capable of healing and saving lives.

This is also why he was able to successfully develop these followers.

"God..."

Wilson slowly knelt down and clasped his hands together.

Behind him, dozens of believers dressed in robes also knelt down.

These people come from all over the world; they include scientists, businessmen, and politicians.

They originally worshipped different gods, but when they fell seriously ill, those gods ignored them.

Wilson told them that as long as they believed in the Dragon God, their illnesses could be cured.

At first, they didn't believe it either.

However, after witnessing Wilson's incredible methods, they all became his most devout followers.

"Professor Wilson, will the Dragon God really protect us?"

The young believer's voice was very soft, almost swallowed up by the echo in the church.

His name is Mark, he is 23 years old, and he has late-stage stomach cancer.

The doctor gave him a death sentence, saying he had at most three months left.

When Wilson found him that day, he was standing on the hospital rooftop, looking at the bustling traffic below, wondering whether he should jump.

"By believing in the Dragon God, your illness can be cured."

Mark initially thought he had encountered a scammer, gave a cold laugh, and prepared to turn and leave.

Wilson didn't say much, but simply put his hand on his forehead and then pressed it against his abdomen.

In that instant, Mark felt something flow into his body.

The excruciating pain that had tormented him for half a year seemed to have been soothed by something; although it hadn't completely disappeared, it had certainly lessened.

After examining the patient, the doctor looked like he'd seen a ghost and said that although the tumor was still there, its growth rate had slowed significantly.

Mark knew this wasn't a cure, it was just a prolongation of life.

But for someone who was supposed to die three months later, living even one more day is a blessing.

So he followed Wilson to this church.

But he still wasn't sure.

Will the Dragon God really take care of these foreigners?

Wilson did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the golden figure on the screen.

"First of all, He doesn't need to protect anyone."

Wilson's voice was beyond question.

"Secondly, call me High Priest."

Mark paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously, "Yes, High Priest."

"Furthermore, refrain from saying anything that could undermine unity."

Wilson paused, then said, "All we can do is have a devout faith and wait for His grace."

"But......"

Before Mark could say anything more, a middle-aged believer next to him reached out and grabbed him.

"Shut up, don't disturb the high priest's prayers."

The middle-aged man's eyes held a warning, so Mark had no choice but to swallow his words.

The church fell silent once more.

Wilson closed his eyes, his mind flashing back to what had happened during this time.

The FBI has already come to our door three times.

The first time, two agents in suits sat across from him, holding coffee, and asked him with friendly smiles if he had been misled by China.

The second time, the people who came were different, and their tone changed as well. They directly warned him not to promote Eastern cults in public, or they would prosecute him for endangering national security.

The third time, the people who came didn't even knock on the door; they just broke in and ransacked the place searching for so-called evidence.

In the end, they even issued a warrant for his arrest.

Wilson found it all laughable.

He once thought that the United States was a country with freedom of religion, with the First Amendment to the Constitution stating religious freedom in black and white.

But now he understands that this freedom comes with conditions.

You can believe in God, Jesus, Allah, or even those messy cults.

The only thing you can't trust is a dragon from the East.

Because that dragon doesn't belong to their narrative system.

More importantly, that dragon actually exists.

That's the most fatal thing.

A real, existing God would shake the very foundations of faith in the West.

"High Priest, how do you know the FBI won't search this church?"

A voice came from behind him. It was Wilson's assistant, a young man named Tom who had just graduated from MIT.

"You know, this church isn't far from FBI headquarters, so they can come anytime."

Tom's voice was filled with worry.

He was Wilson's student, and spent three years doing research with his mentor, witnessing firsthand Wilson's transformation from a scientific fanatic to a believer in the dragon god.

At first he thought his mentor had gone mad, until Wilson used that divine power to cure his mother’s Parkinson’s disease.

From then on, Tom also became a believer.

But he was still afraid.

The FBI agents are unreasonable; if they really storm in, none of these people will escape.

Wilson smiled slightly and took a book out of his robe.

"The Art of War"

"Warfare is based on deception."