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

At Jiang Han's signal, the colossal body of the Mortal Python Kraken, tens of thousands of meters long, began to wriggle cautiously.

It extends hundreds of giant tentacles, each over ten meters in diameter, like the gentlest of hands.

Gently, the abyssal pseudo-temple was lifted from the boiling magma vent of Guixu and slowly, gently, placed on a relatively flat deep-sea plain in the distance.

The movement was so gentle, as if it were carefully placing a rare treasure, as if afraid of breaking it even a little.

The viewers in the live stream were stunned by what they saw.

[Holy crap... Is this really the same monster that destroyed the world? Why is it behaving like a docile husky now?]

If you think about everything from the perspective that Jiang Shen isn't human, then everything makes sense.

[This PUA technique, I would call it a masterpiece! Behemoth PUAs Kraken, Jiang Shen PUAs Behemoth, a perfect food chain loop!]

Jiang Han paid no attention to the complaints from the viewers in the live stream. He leaped down from Kraken's head and landed steadily in front of the temple gate.

"Although there were some minor hiccups along the way," he said seriously to the camera, "we've finally gotten back to our original goal."

The audience nearly coughed up blood upon hearing this.

[An interlude? You call acknowledging a world-destroying level prison elder a "minor interlude"?]

[Jiang Shen redefines "little episodes"! I learned something!]

[Translation: Those were just appetizers; now comes the main course.]

Jiang Han completely ignored the crazy comments on the screen and continued, "I just wonder what's left inside that sauna that's been heated for free by the Guixu magma for 30,000 years."

As he spoke, he reached out and pushed open the massive stone door, which was carved with countless sea monster reliefs but had long been melted beyond recognition by the high temperature.

The stone gate emitted a heavy, ancient creaking sound, as if telling of millennia of solitude.

The moment the stone door was pushed open.

A series of dense system notification sounds, like firecrackers going off during Chinese New Year, bombarded Jiang Han's mind, leaving him somewhat dazed.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, your exploration of the Atlantis Ruins map has increased by 21%, bringing your overall progress to 51%!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully unlocked the sixth fragment of Atlantis' core underlying code!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received the following exploration rewards: 1x Pseudo-God Sea Scepter, 1x Eastern Divine Bone, 1x Molten Gold from the Solar Core, 1x Broken Pseudo-God Trident, and 2x Fragments of the Atlantis Core's Underlying Code!]

[Illustrated Guide Unlocked: False God Sea Scepter: A scepter representing the supreme power of the false gods of Atlantis, capable of stirring up the entire sea, and one of the core elements supporting the False God Temple's survival.]

[Illustrated Guide Unlocked: Eastern Divine Bone: Not the bone of Poseidon. Thirty thousand years ago, when the Great Flood descended, Poseidon was the first to meet his end, leaving not even a speck of dust behind. This bone was obtained through a trade between Atlantis and the mysterious East, possessing incredible power. Mortals who use it can directly ascend to godhood, and it is also the core that supports the temples.]

Jiang Han looked at the long list of rewards and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, not a wasted trip."

He stepped into the hall, and a pungent smell, a mixture of metal, rock, and the acrid smell of something burned over thousands of years, hit him.

The hall was in complete disarray.

Or rather, it was a terrible sight.

The ground was covered with gold, jewels, crystals, and all sorts of treasures that could be named.

Under the scorching heat of 30,000 years, they melted into pools of various colors.

The solidified liquid, like an extremely bizarre abstract painting, covered the entire floor of the hall.

Without the protection of divine power, it is already a miracle that this pseudo-temple could withstand the baking of the magma of the Ruins for 30,000 years without melting.

But the items inside the hall were clearly not so lucky.

At the far end of the hall, a tall, empty throne stood alone.

The throne was empty.

There was only a trident, its two fangs broken and its luster dull.

It was stuck diagonally on the armrest of the throne, as if silently telling the story of its owner's final struggle and unwillingness.

Jiang Han stepped forward, reached out, and gently touched the cold trident.

"It seems that 30,000 years is enough time to grind a so-called false god, along with his civilization, into dust."

His voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sigh.

The viewers in the live stream were also caught up in a complex sense of awe at the power of time.

It's such a pity... a once glorious civilization has vanished just like that.

[Golden Retriever: This is more like the power of a 'Great Flood.' The fall of a civilization must have deeper underlying causes.]

I suddenly feel like this world is so dangerous...

Don't be afraid. Think of the Ghost Cave; we have an ancestor with nuclear-weapon-level power protecting us here.

Jiang Han had little interest in these historical remnants; he listlessly accepted all the treasures rewarded by the system.

He accepted them all without hesitation and put them into the system space.

Just as he turned around and stepped out of the temple gate,

Boom—!

The magnificent temple, now devoid of its two core pillars—the False Divine Scepter and the Eastern Divine Bone—let out a painful groan of unbearable burden.

Then, to everyone's horrified gaze, it collapsed instantly!

Countless tons of boulders, molten metal, and burning beams crashed down on the spot where Jiang Han stood, like a landslide and a tsunami!

However, just as the collapsing boulder was about to smash into Jiang Han's head.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Hundreds of enormous, pale tentacles, like the arms of a god reaching out from the depths of hell, descended from the sky!

Above Jiang Han's head, they instantly wove together a dense, absolutely defensive pale dome!

The pebbles that hit it couldn't even create a ripple; they were bounced off by the soft yet resilient flesh.

The dust has settled.

Kraken slowly retracted most of its tentacles, leaving only the thinnest one—of course, even this "thinnest" tentacle was as thick as a bucket.

It carefully placed the softest pad at the tip of its paw on Jiang Han's shoulder.

Then, gently, rhythmically... began the massage.

The force was just right, not too strong, to relieve deep muscle fatigue.

His professional demeanor left the viewers in the live stream completely dumbfounded.

[Holy crap? This...this is a massage?]

[A world-destroying abyssal behemoth, serving as Jiang Shen's personal masseur? This scene is too beautiful for me to bear!]

Wow, I want one too! Link please!

[Upstairs, do you want a pet that wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap if it swallowed you whole?]

Jiang Han enjoyed the attentive service from the SSS-level sea monster, but a rare look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

He looked up at the countdown timer for the Causality of Fate Coins on the system interface, which showed only a dozen hours left, and fell into deep thought.

Given the system's usual behavior, this trip to the Ruins was supposed to be fraught with peril, a journey fraught with danger and near-death experiences.

But because of this thing...

The entire trip was transformed from an extreme survival challenge into a sightseeing tour and recruiting followers.

This luck is... a bit too good.

It went so smoothly that even this madman, who enjoyed dancing on the edge of a knife, felt a sense of boredom and loss of control.

"What should we do next?"

An invincible powerhouse felt lost for the first time because things were going "too smoothly".

"Awoo~~"

Kraken seemed to sense its owner's inexplicable "annoyance" and made a strange sound, similar to a puppy whining.

Immediately afterwards, another tentacle carefully curled up a piece that was still emitting a faint divine glow.

The thigh bone of some unlucky deity was respectfully presented to Jiang Han.

That meaning was as if to say...

"Master, are you hungry? How about a snack to tide you over?"

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