Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

The press conference has ended, but the storm has only just begun.

The backstage dressing room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Li Zhenhua handed a top-secret document to Jiang Han. The document was marked with the words "Top Secret" in red and was sealed with a steel stamp.

"This was just captured by satellite," Li Zhenhua said in a heavy voice. "Something has awakened in the Americas."

Jiang Han tore open the file folder and pulled out the photos inside. The photos were somewhat blurry because a strong energy storm was swirling around the area when they were taken, interfering with satellite imaging. But Jiang Han could still see them clearly at a glance.

It was a pyramid, deep in the jungle, a massive, ancient Mayan pyramid. But atop the pyramid, instead of clouds or some weather phenomenon, lingered a gigantic shadow. Winged and with a serpentine body, it resembled something straight out of legend…

"The feathered serpent god," Li Zhenhua said, "that's what Westerners call him. In local legends, he is Kukulkan, the god who controls rain and harvest."

Jiang Han stared at the photograph, his golden eyes flickering slightly. "No," he shook his head, his finger lightly tracing the surface of the photo, "that's not Quetzalcoatl, that's Yinglong."

"Yinglong?" Li Zhenhua was taken aback. "The Yinglong from the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"

"The one with wings is the Yinglong." Jiang Han's voice was cold. "Three thousand years ago, the Yin Shang dynasty crossed the sea to the east, taking its totem with them, but not the method to control it. Now it is corrupt, it is insane."

[System Notification: Main Quest Triggered - Classic of Mountains and Seas: Western Wilderness Chapter!]

[Mission Objective: Travel to the Americas, uncover the truth behind the Shang Dynasty's eastward migration, and suppress/subdue the corrupted Yinglong.]

[Task time limit: 72 hours.]

[Failure Penalty: Yinglong becomes completely demonized, triggering a global tsunami; the host is eliminated.]

Jiang Han tossed the photo onto the table. "How much longer?"

"According to meteorologists' predictions," Li Zhenhua glanced at his watch, "a hurricane is forming over there, and a terrifying biomagnetic field has been detected at its eye. If it's not stopped, it will be fully activated in three days. At that time, the entire American continent will be turned into a swamp."

Three days, seventy-two hours—time is very tight.

"Are the Ouroboros people over there?" Jiang Han asked.

"Yes." Li Zhenhua nodded. "Intelligence indicates that they have taken control of several major drug lords in the area, sealed off the area around the pyramid, and are carrying out some kind of ritual. It is said that they intend to use the blood of a thousand living people to awaken the dragon and attempt to enslave it."

"Enslaving Yinglong?" Jiang Han sneered. "A bunch of ignorant foreign devils. Do they think they can touch the things of our ancestors?"

He stood up and straightened his rain jacket. "Arrange a plane for me. I need to go to Mexico, now."

Li Zhenhua frowned: "Now? All civil aviation has been grounded, and getting there from here requires a transfer, which will take at least twenty hours."

"It's too slow," Jiang Han interrupted him. "I can't wait twenty hours, and neither can the dragon."

Li Zhenhua paused for two seconds, then picked up the red phone on the table. "Connect to Air Force Command. This is Li Zhenhua. Initiate the 'Kunpeng' project. I need a modified Y-20 transport aircraft, fully fueled, and I need to apply for a transoceanic route. If it's not approved, then just go there!"

After hanging up the phone, Li Zhenhua looked at Jiang Han: "Take off in half an hour, refuel in the air, and fly directly to Mexico. Get you there within twelve hours."

Jiang Han nodded: "Thanks."

"This imperial seal..." Li Zhenhua glanced at Jiang Han's bulging pockets, "You're still going to carry it with you? This is a national treasure, what if it gets lost..."

"It's the key," Jiang Han patted his pocket. "Without it, the dragon can't be subdued. And it's safer to keep it on me than anywhere else."

These words sound arrogant, but Li Zhenhua believed them.

Half an hour later, at the military airfield, the night was as dark as ink.

A massive, dark gray transport plane sat on the runway, its engines roaring and spewing blue flames. It was China's most advanced strategic transport aircraft, the Y-20 modified. For this mission, all the seats had been removed, and it was filled with fuel and ammunition.

Jiang Han carried a tactical backpack containing all his belongings: the Black Gold Ancient Sword, the "Tyrant" pistol, and the Imperial Seal of the State.

"Advisor Jiang!" a familiar voice rang out.

Jiang Han turned around and saw Hu Hui, or rather, Team Leader Lei, fully armed. He was wearing a black special operations uniform, his face painted with camouflage paint, and carrying a heavy assault rifle. Behind him were twelve other special operations team members in similar attire, each with a burly build and an aura of menace.

"What are you going there for?" Jiang Han frowned. "To die?"

Team Leader Lei grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "We've given a direct order from above to protect your safety at all costs. Besides, in a place like that, you need someone to run errands for you, right? We're good at dealing with those small fry."

Jiang Han looked at him, and after a few seconds, nodded: "Get on the computer."

With a tremendous roar, the Y-20 soared into the sky, piercing the night and flying towards the other side of the ocean.

Inside the cabin, Jiang Han closed his eyes to rest, his consciousness entering the system space. He was organizing his skills. This battle was different from the past; it was on someone else's territory, without reinforcements or supplies, facing a fully armed modern army and an awakened ancient divine beast. He had to be fully prepared.

"Host detected about to enter an S-level restricted area. System shop refresh. Recommended redemptions: [Special Cinnabar Explosive Bomb], [Water-Repelling Bead (Disposable)], [Swiftness Talisman]."

Jiang Han didn't hesitate and spent all his remaining points to buy everything he could. He was already dead; there was no point in keeping the points.

After an unknown amount of time, the aircraft suddenly began to shake violently, and alarms blared.

"What's going on?" Lei stood up abruptly and grabbed the handrail.

"Report!" the captain's voice came over the intercom, tinged with panic. "We've encountered an unidentified turbulence ahead! Radar has malfunctioned! Navigation has gone awry! We...we've been locked on!"

Jiang Han opened his eyes, activating his Golden Eyes. Through the porthole, he looked at the clouds outside. What should have been a pitch-black night sky was now glowing with an eerie red light. Deep within the churning clouds, it seemed as if a gigantic eye was staring at the tiny plane.

That wasn't airflow; it was a psionic storm. It was that so-called "Feathered Serpent" giving them a hard time.

"Hmph." Jiang Han snorted coldly, stood up, and walked to the hatch. "Open the hatch."

"What?" The captain thought he had misheard. "We're at 10,000 meters altitude! Opening the cabin door will cause depressurization!"

"I said, open it." Jiang Han's voice left no room for argument.

The captain gritted his teeth and pressed the button.

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With a sharp whistling sound as the air pressure was released, the tail hatch slowly opened, and a howling wind rushed in, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Jiang Han stood at the cabin door, facing the raging airflow, and took out the jade seal from his pocket, holding it high.

"You beast! Open your dog eyes and see who's here!"

boom!

A brilliant golden light shone from the jade seal, and a visible golden ripple spread outwards from Jiang Han's center. The crimson clouds in the sky melted away in the face of that golden light, like snow meeting the scorching sun. The enormous eye also showed a hint of fear and slowly closed.

The storm subsided, and the plane regained its stability.

Team Leader Lei and the special forces soldiers were dumbfounded. This…this is the God of War who protects the nation? Holding the imperial seal and conversing with the gods at ten thousand meters in the air? That's fucking awesome!

"Keep flying." Jiang Han put away the jade seal and sat back down. "It knows I'm here, that's good, saves me the trouble of looking for it."