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

Half an hour later.

A secret military base in Mexico.

This place was originally an overseas supply station for the US military, but it has now been completely taken over by Bureau 749. There are guards every three steps and sentries every five steps. Even the air defense missile system is activated, and the radar is fully operational, locking onto every blade of grass and tree in the surrounding area.

This level of security isn't for protecting the president; it's for guarding a humanoid nuclear weapon that could detonate at any moment.

In the core area of ​​the base, there is a specially made purification room.

"Splash—"

Scalding hot water poured down from above, washing over Jiang Han's strong, iron-like body.

The water flowed down his perfectly sculpted muscles, gathering at his feet to form a stream.

Strangely, the water used for bathing was not murky black, but rather a faint, metallic gold that refracted a hazy glow under the light.

That was the residue of divine matter expelled from his pores, which could not be fully absorbed by his physical body.

The bathroom drain is not connected to the sewer system, but to a sophisticated filtration and recycling system.

Outside the glass wall, several researchers wearing heavy protective suits were staring intently at the data on the instruments, their eyes burning with fervor as if they had witnessed a miracle.

"Radiation levels are too high! But he himself shows no discomfort!"

"Recycle! Recycle it now! The energy density of this single drop of bathwater is higher than that of the same volume of enriched uranium!"

"This is simply... a walking god!"

Although Jiang Han couldn't hear the sounds outside through the one-way glass, he could clearly sense those greedy and awe-inspiring gazes.

He didn't care.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

His body, which had been pale and emaciated due to late-stage lung cancer, has now undergone a dramatic transformation.

The muscles are not exaggerated, but each fiber contains explosive power, and there is a faint shimmering light under the skin, which is a sign of the "diamond bone" reaching its peak.

What's most eye-catching is the Qilin tattoo on his chest.

What was originally just black ink now seemed to come alive. The Qilin's eyes turned blood red, and its scales turned dark gold. It rose and fell slightly with its breath, as if it would burst out of its body and devour the world at any moment.

"Fourth-tier bloodline..."

Jiang Han clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body like the Yangtze River, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

This Mayan expedition, though perilous, was also very rewarding.

Not only did it resolve the underlying health issues, but it also subdued Yinglong, and more importantly...

He touched the back of his neck, where there was a barely noticeable bulge.

That was a fleshy cocoon formed from "zero".

"Are you done washing, Mr. Jiang?"

Old Chen's respectful voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Han turned off the tap, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, then pushed open the door and went out.

Old Chen had been waiting for a long time, holding a brand-new black Zhongshan suit in his hands, which Jiang Han had specially requested.

Wearing a crisp Zhongshan suit in this foreign military base is itself a silent declaration.

Jiang Han slowly and methodically put on his clothes, buttoning each button carefully, and finally straightening his collar.

At this moment, he had suppressed his violent and murderous aura, and looked like a gentle and refined young scholar. Only his eyes, which occasionally flashed with a sharp light, made people afraid to look directly at him.

"Where is General Li?" Jiang Han asked.

"The general is handling urgent business in the conference room and will be here in about ten minutes." Old Chen glanced at his watch. "Mr. Jiang, would you like to rest for a bit, or...?"

"rest?"

Jiang Han smiled and took out the familiar black tracking ball from the system space.

"The whole world is waiting for me to give an explanation, how can I sleep?"

"Start broadcasting."

With Jiang Han's command, the already fully charged Sky Eye system was instantly activated.

[Ding! The live stream is now live!]

[Host detected as currently trending at number one globally; system notification sent automatically!]

[Current number of online users: 0...1000 million...1 million...3 million...]

The numbers are jumping so fast I can barely see them.

At this moment, whether it's dawn in the Eastern Hemisphere or night in the Western Hemisphere, countless people stop what they're doing, countless vehicles stop on the roadside, and countless screens light up simultaneously.

Even though the live stream was still a black screen, the chat was already as thick as an impenetrable wall.

[Here it comes! Jiang Shen is streaming!]

I can't believe I'm still alive to see a streamer come out alive in my lifetime!

[What news anchor? His name is Dragon Lord! Didn't you see the news? That's the man who suppressed Quetzalcoatl!]

"My God, that's a miracle! That's a real miracle!"

[Welcome back to the Dragon Lord! All staff of Bureau 749, please stand!]

The screen lights up.

In the shot, Jiang Han sits upright on a black leather sofa, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, overlooking a heavily guarded military base and the distant sunset.

He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, his expression calm, even with a hint of languor.

But even through the screen, everyone could feel the overwhelming, suffocating sense of oppression.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

Jiang Han spoke, his voice steady and strong.

"I'm back."

"Hell didn't dare to take me, and Yinglong... wouldn't dare either."

boom!

This extremely arrogant statement instantly ignited the live stream chat.

Holy crap! That's insane! But I love it!

[Even Yinglong dares not accept it? Confirmed! The streamer beat the dragon into submission!]

[Jiang Shen, what about that dragon? Did you really kill it? Or...]

Seeing the screen filled with questions about Yinglong's whereabouts, Jiang Han didn't speak, but slowly raised his right hand.

In his palm lay a palm-sized blue scale.

The scales were perfectly translucent, with what appeared to be flowing clouds inside. They refracted a dreamlike luster under the lights, and even faint, deep dragon roars seemed to emanate from the scales, resonating in the eardrums of all the spectators.

Yinglong rebels!

"It's not dead."

Jiang Han gently stroked the scale with his fingers, his eyes becoming deep and distant.

"It's just tired, it went home to sleep."

"This is its promise to me, and also... a promise to China."

"From this day forward, this continent, and indeed this world..."

Jiang Han suddenly gripped the Reverse Scale tightly in his hand, his eyes instantly turning sharp as knives as he stared directly at the camera, as if he were looking at everyone in front of the screen, and also as if he were looking at those prying eyes hiding in the shadows.

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever rivers flow, all is Han territory."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

Domineering!

Unparalleled domineering presence!

The live stream was instantly flooded with "Long live!" and "Awesome!" in various colors, along with a screen full of rocket gifts.

[Exploration Points +100,000!]

[Exploration Points +200,000!]

The system notification sounds went off incessantly.

At this moment when the world was in an uproar and Jiang Han's reputation reached its peak.

"Bang!"

The door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

Li Zhenhua, a general who usually remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, looked disheveled and travel-worn, even wearing his hat askew.

He clutched a red, top-secret document bag tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with a complex emotion that Jiang Han had never seen before—a mixture of fear and disbelief.

He didn't even care that he was still live-streaming; he rushed straight to Jiang Han and roared in a trembling voice:

"Jiang Han! Shut down the broadcast immediately! Something terrible has happened!"

Jiang Han frowned, about to say something, when she saw Li Zhenhua's trembling hand pull a black and white photo from the file bag and slam it hard on the table.

"Look at this!"

The camera unconsciously panned across that photo.

It was a somewhat blurry underground monitoring map, with a deep and dark underground palace in the background, and a figure standing in front of the bronze door of the underground palace.

The figure was wearing a windbreaker, carrying a black and gold ancient sword, and had a tall and straight posture.

That's Jiang Han.

That's not surprising.

What's strange is the timestamp in the bottom right corner of the photo.

It doesn't show today, nor yesterday.

Instead, the dating data is obtained through carbon-14 dating and stratigraphic analysis.

[The 37th year of Qin Shi Huang's reign].

"We spotted 'you' at our monitoring station in the Qinling Mountains!"

Li Zhenhua's voice trembled with a hint of despair:

"Two thousand years ago, you stood at the entrance to Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum... Who exactly are you?!"