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

"It's very simple."

Faced with the almost boiling questions from billions of people in the global live stream, Jiang Han's smile became increasingly cruel.

He looked at them like a bunch of country bumpkins who had never seen the world, his eyes full of pity and mockery.

"A bunch of idiots, still thinking this is some kind of treasure."

He cleared his throat; his voice wasn't loud, but it was like a poisoned knife, stabbing viciously into everyone's ears.

"Because of every 'crystal' you stand on, even the beautiful statues that the Atlanteans were so proud of..."

He paused, savoring the deathly silence that gripped the entire world.

"They were all forged alive from the flesh and soul of a god."

Dead silence.

For ten seconds, there was a deathly silence, so deep you could hear a heart pounding.

Then, the data flow on the global network reached an unprecedented and terrifying peak.

Countless servers emitted black smoke due to instantaneous overload.

The United States, National Mythology Research Institute.

The chief mythologist, the white-haired Professor Smith, was facing a huge screen displaying Jiang Han's face with a cruel smile.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes widened suddenly, his whole body trembled violently, and he let out a meaningless hoarse sound.

He pointed at the screen, opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

next second.

"puff--!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splattering across the entire screen and turning Jiang Han's face crimson.

The old man fell straight backward and lost consciousness on the spot.

The chat in the live stream went crazy.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! I was wondering why that Crystal Palace was so bright, it turns out it was God shining!]

Professor Smith was so shocked by Jiang Shen's words that he nearly vomited blood! He was physically exorcised on the spot! Jiang Shen is awesome!

This isn't a crystal civilization! This is a civilization of divine remains! A slaughterhouse civilization that treats gods like minerals!

[My scalp is tingling! We were just stepping on the ashes of a god?! I'm going to throw up... ugh...]

[Oh no, I feel like my worldview has been shattered by Jiang Shen, and not just stomped on, but crushed twice more.]

Jiang Han completely ignored the frenzy and wailing in the comments section.

To him, the shock of these mortals was like seeing a monkey see fire for the first time—both laughable and pathetic.

He turned around and slowly walked towards the mural of the Qin Dynasty's top-secret star map, which recorded a bloody history.

His military boots rustled as he stepped on the ashes of the gods, each step feeling like it was treading on the hearts of historians around the world.

"Now, I will answer your second question."

His voice was as calm as if he were saying the weather was nice today, but every word carried a heavy, bloody undertone.

"Why would a civilization that slaughtered its gods like pigs to extract oil sink?"

This question was like a bucket of ice water poured over the head of a global audience that had just begun to boil.

Yes, how could such an amazing civilization just disappear like that?

Everyone's eyes were glued to Jiang Han's finger.

He pointed to a corner of the mural, where a huge, swirling vortex of stars, like a black hole, was depicted, surrounded by cracks.

"The official historical records of the Qin Dynasty provide two versions."

"The first one is relatively 'mild'."

The word "gentle" that Jiang Han uttered sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"The Atlanteans, those alien refugees who came from who-knows-where, were imprisoned on this planet by the Qin Dynasty and forced into hard labor."

"But they weren't honest and were always thinking about escaping. Once, they tried to restart an abandoned stargate, but they messed up and crashed into Earth's dimensional barrier."

He tapped on the huge crack in the mural.

"We almost lured in the real Abyss God."

These words once again refreshed everyone's understanding.

The sinking of Atlantis? It was just an accident caused by a prison riot.

Jiang Han paused, his gaze sweeping across the camera lens, as if he could see behind the screen, in the 749 Bureau command center, Long Guozhu's face contorted with extreme shock.

"Does he look familiar, Elder Long?"

He pointed to the figure repairing the crack in the mural.

It was a woman dressed in a magnificent feathered robe, her face obscured. In her hands she held five divine stones that shimmered with different colored lights, and she was melting those stones into liquid to mend that terrifying dimensional rift.

"The 'goddess' in the mural, dressed in feathered robes, melts down five-colored divine stones to mend the cracks..."

"In your Chinese mythology, she is called 'Nuwa'."

boom!

At this moment, all Chinese viewers around the world were completely stunned.

Immediately following was a volcanic eruption of national pride and fervor!

[Nuwa! It's the Goddess Nuwa!]

Holy crap! Nuwa patching up the sky is real! It's not a myth! It's the true history of the Qin Dynasty!

[I knew it! I knew our Chinese mythology was the best! All that bullshit Western gods are trash in front of our ancestors!]

[So, Atlantis sank because when our goddess Nuwa was mending the sky, the commotion was so great that it accidentally sank? I give that reason a hundred out of ten!]

Looking at the barrage of comments like "Our Emperor is awesome!" and "Great Qin is mighty!" in the live stream, Jiang Han shook his head, a mocking smile on his face.

He then changed the subject, pointing to the other end of the mural.

The images there have no specific form.

There was only pure darkness and destruction, as if it could devour all light.

"Of course, this is a 'beautified version' recorded in the 'Records of the Grand Historian: Interstellar Chapter' for later generations to see."

"A second version is recorded in the military archives within the Qin Dynasty."

Jiang Han lowered his voice, carrying a hint of fervor and trembling that even he himself was unaware of.

It is a deep-seated awe that arises from the soul when facing absolute power.

"The second version is very simple."

"During a routine inspection, the Central Military Headquarters of the Great Qin Empire discovered that this group of captive alien prisoners showed signs of a second defection."

"The military is too lazy to conduct a trial."

"They applied directly to His Majesty the First Emperor to use a world-destroying weapon that was still in the experimental stage."

Jiang Han took a deep breath and said, word by word.

"That weapon was codenamed 'The Great Flood'."

In the live stream, everyone held their breath.

Here it comes, that legendary "magic" that could wipe out an entire continent with a single blow.

Jiang Han shook his head, the curve of his lips growing even colder.

"It's not magic, nor is it some kind of bullshit natural disaster."

"It is a weapon of causality."

Cause and effect weapon?

What is this?

Experts from physics, theology, metaphysics... were all baffled; the word was beyond their comprehension.

Jiang Han's voice was like a final judgment.

"The moment it was activated, the 'cause' that 'Atlantis once existed' was completely erased from the laws of reality."

"The so-called ruins we see now, including the temple beneath my feet, are merely the echoes of the effects forced by the laws of reality to fill the logical gaps after the 'cause' has been erased."

"in other words……"

"What you are seeing is the corpse of a city, the illusion of a civilization."

"Atlantis, along with all life on it, was completely erased from the timeline 30,000 years ago."

At that moment, the whole world fell silent.

Billions of people worldwide have truly experienced what it means to have their "ideological imprint shattered."

The brain is no longer able to process this information that is beyond comprehension.

Physics, history, theology... all the cognitive systems that humanity has built up were simultaneously sentenced to death by a single, casual remark from Jiang Han.

No one posted any more comments.

It's not that I don't want to post, it's that I simply don't know what to post.

After utterly shattering the worldviews of billions of people worldwide, Jiang Han turned and walked out of the palace built from the corpses of gods, leaving the world with a solitary and arrogant silhouette, as if nothing had happened.

He walked along, muttering to himself in a voice so soft that only he could hear it.

"Something's not right...it's too quiet."

"If this is just an abandoned prison, where did all those 'things' that guarded it go?"