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

Kraken stopped abruptly a thousand meters away from the ancient stargate altar that pierced the clouds. Its eight tentacles trembled violently, and its entire body lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

Kraken: (ꐦ°᷄Д°᷅)

The colossal beast huddled up, its massive single eye filled with pure terror.

Its tentacles were even retracting at the tips, desperately trying to bury itself in the cracked seabed of blood.

"What's there to be cowardly about?"

Jiang Han stepped on its head.

"Just a broken altar."

Kraken let out a sob of extreme grievance, but dared not take another step forward.

Jiang Han didn't force it. He simply put one arm around Hela's slender waist and leaped up from above Kraken's head.

The two figures traced a golden arc in the thin Martian atmosphere, landing lightly on the edge of the altar.

The moment the military boots landed, the rocks beneath their feet were shaken open, creating a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks.

The altar was much larger than it appeared in the live stream.

Five different colors of meteorite gold are stacked together, and each piece of meteorite gold is engraved with dense inscriptions of the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The space at the top of the altar was visibly distorted, and light passing through that area was refracted into several segments.

On Earth, in the top-secret meeting room of the Supreme Academy of Sciences, Bureau 749.

Long Guozhu stared intently at the altar on the screen, which was shimmering with five-colored meteorite gold light, his fingers twitching.

Long Guozhu: (°Д°)

"This...this is a stargate!"

"This is the interstellar jump nexus of the Great Qin!"

He was so excited that his whole body convulsed, and he gripped a bottle of nitroglycerin tablets tightly in his right hand.

Before he could even unscrew the cap, he crushed the entire bottle.

White pills were scattered all over the floor.

"Long Guozhu! Calm down!"

The elderly scientist next to him was so frightened that he quickly helped him up.

"Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down?!"

Long Guozhu flung his colleague's hand away, his eyes red-rimmed.

"I've studied the theory of interstellar travel for forty years! Forty years!"

"Physicists worldwide say it's impossible! The law of conservation of energy doesn't allow it!"

"Now you're telling me the Qin Dynasty built this thing tens of thousands of years ago?! And on Mars, for crying out loud?!"

His knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the cold marble floor.

Almost at the same time.

Inside a top-secret office at the Pentagon in the United States.

Professor Smith's lengthy speech has filled the live stream's chat section.

He used a full three thousand words, citing seventeen laws of physics and twenty-three top journal articles, to frantically argue that this building could absolutely not undergo so-called "interstellar travel".

According to the law of conservation of energy, the energy required for interstellar travel is equivalent to the total energy output of the entire solar system!

Where does this altar get its energy? Nuclear fusion? Antimatter? Or some kind of fictional magic?!

I swear on my forty years of academic reputation, this is absolutely a normal religious altar!

Smith: (ꐦ°᷄益°᷅)

"The law of conservation of energy is an ironclad law of the universe! No civilization can violate it!"

He typed the last exclamation mark and leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face.

Jiang Han stood at the edge of the altar, not even glancing at the comments.

He crouched down, his fingers tracing a dried, dark red mark at the core of the altar.

Those marks felt icy cold to the touch, but the sensation transmitted through my fingertips was extremely strange.

It's not stone, it's not metal.

It's ashes.

The ashes were crushed to the molecular level.

Jiang Han stood up and dusted off his hands.

He turned to the live stream camera, a chilling smirk playing on his lips.

"Just now, an old man named Smith asked where this machine gets its power."

"The law of conservation of energy does not allow interstellar travel."

"Right?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was transmitted to the ears of everyone around the world through the multi-sensory live streaming equipment, and it was so cold that it sent chills down your spine.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

Jiang Han raised his military boots and kicked away a pile of white powder emitting a faint holy light at the core of the altar.

The moment the powder was kicked away, it released an extremely eerie odor into the air, a mixture of decay and holiness.

"Do you see this white powder?"

Jiang Han used the tip of his knife to pick up a small pinch and waved it at the camera.

"This is neither ore nor nuclear fuel."

"These are the high-dimensional deities that you Westerners kneel and kowtow to in churches day and night."

He paused for a second.

"His ashes."

Global silence.

"The Qin Interstellar Empire's jump hub has never needed any damn nuclear energy."

Jiang Han flicked the powder off the tip of the knife, his voice chillingly cold.

"Capture those higher-dimensional gods, crush them, burn them to ashes, and fill them into this machine."

"You can even burn through the dimensional barriers of the universe."

"This is the energy source of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"The god you worship is nothing more than firewood for the Qin Empire."

In Professor Smith's live stream footage.

The face of this leading figure in Western history went from flushed to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to ashen.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Her knees buckled, and she slid off the chair, landing on the cold floor.

Smith: (꒪⌓꒪)

"No...it's impossible..."

"Gods...are fuel..."

He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, his glasses askew on his nose, the lenses covered in cold sweat.

The Pentagon generals behind him exchanged glances, none of them daring to speak.

After a full five seconds of silence, the chat in the live stream exploded.

[Holy shit! Holy ...

[Gods are firewood! The Qin Dynasty burned gods as fuel! What kind of civilization is this?!]

[Where's Professor Smith's law of conservation of energy? Did he get his face covered in ashes?!]

Long live the Dragon Kingdom! Long live the Great Qin Dynasty! Long live God Jiang!

[The gods of the West wouldn't even qualify as lumps of coal before the Qin Dynasty, hahaha!]

Hela stood behind Jiang Han, looking at his arrogant demeanor, a layer of viscous mist rising in her icy blue eyes.

Hela: (♡ω♡)

"The master even treats the ashes of gods as worthless grass."

Her voice was so soft it seemed to melt your heart, and her delicate body pressed against him uncontrollably.

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Han's waist and brought her red lips close to his earlobe.

Warm breath sprayed onto his earlobe, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation that made his scalp tingle.

"Hela loves her owner like this."

"I like it so much that I want to be ground into powder by my master and stuffed into his body, never to come out again."

Jiang Han turned his head away and used his chin to push away her face that was leaning in.

"Get lost, and don't swear when I'm explaining things to you."

"oh."

Hela obediently took a half step back, but her eyes remained fixed on Jiang Han, with a bewitching red blush hanging at the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Han did not linger at the altar.

He knew that the stargate lacked the core key and could not be activated.

"I'm gone."

He leaped back onto Kraken's head and kicked it in the skull.

"Leave this dried-up sea area, full speed ahead!"

Kraken shuddered in fright and immediately unleashed its full power, carrying Jiang Han at breakneck speed toward the edge of the Boundless Sea.

During the long journey, Jiang Han occasionally stopped to examine some strange biological remains.

The dried-up seabed was littered with the bones of ancient behemoths and the broken equipment abandoned by the Qin expeditionary force.

Hela leaned quietly against Jiang Han, occasionally drawing circles on his pectoral muscles with her fingers.

Just as Kraken stepped out of the boundless sea.

Suddenly, the system alarm in Jiang Han's mind went off like crazy!

[Ding ding ding ding!]

[High Risk Warning! Abnormal high-dimensional energy fluctuations detected ahead!]

[Warning Level: SSS!]

at the same time.

The crimson sandstorm ahead was violently torn apart by an invisible force.

A nauseating stench, as if it had been rotting for countless millennia, assaulted our senses!

On the distant horizon, a pitch-black ancient temple, exuding an aura of extreme stillness and high-dimensional decay, suddenly appeared in Jiang Han's field of vision!