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

"Stop guessing, all the scientific models you're so proud of are garbage."

When Jiang Han's words reached back to Earth, major research institutions around the world fell into a deathly silence.

Inside the command center of Bureau 749.

The Mars disaster model that Xiao Li had just brought up was now displayed in the center of the screen.

He glanced at Long Guozhu.

Long Guozhu did not scold him.

He stared at the massive bronze wall behind Jiang Han, his face ashen.

"Let him speak."

"Our models all stopped working the moment he got close to that pillar."

In the Overseas Theological Research Association.

Professor Smith sat in a wheelchair, his lips pale.

A dozen or so Western scholars around him were still looking through documents.

A young researcher spoke in a low voice.

"Professor, perhaps that pillar is an Eastern civilization's religious interpretation of a certain natural phenomenon."

Smith raised his hand and smashed the documents over.

"Shut up!"

"You still dare to talk about natural phenomena?"

In the live stream footage.

Jiang Han raised his hand and patted the barrier in front of the bronze pillar.

The barrier vibrated.

Low-frequency waves propagate from the Martian surface.

Large amounts of red sand rolled outwards.

Just as Kraken was about to retreat, Jiang Han stepped on one of his tentacles.

It immediately stopped moving.

Jiang Han looked up at the endless bronze wall.

"You should have heard of this thing by another name."

The comments section started flooded with messages.

Xiao Yan: (⊙▂⊙)

[Don't keep me in suspense, I just had my heart moved.]

【Bai Ye: (ꐦㅍ_ㅍ)】

I have a bold idea, but I dare not say it.

[Bronze pillar, calming the sea, Eastern mythology, holy crap?]

Jiang Han did not stop.

"The pillar that stabilizes the sea."

The entire internet came to a standstill for a moment.

The next second, the number of comments increased exponentially.

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[The one with Sun Wukong?]

"Stop kidding! Isn't that something from mythology?"

I hereby declare that mythology is hereby renamed physics, effective today.

Jiang Han looked at the comments section.

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"You're overthinking it."

"This one is just a fake."

He raised his hand, his fingertip touching a Qin seal script character.

The dark golden light spread along the pillar.

"A sea-suppressing pillar mass-produced by the Great Qin Tiangong Bureau."

"The production number has been erased."

"Conservatively estimated specifications: Mount Tai level."

These words were spoken.

Long Guozhu's body swayed slightly.

Xiao Li rushed over and helped him up.

"Elder Long!"

Long Guozhu gripped the back of the chair, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Mass production."

"Counterfeit."

"Star Destroyer".

He read those words aloud, his throat going dry.

"We use mythology as stories."

"The Qin Dynasty used mythology as an industrial standard."

In overseas theological societies.

The color drained from Professor Smith's face.

The researchers around him were finally speechless.

The portraits of gods hanging on the wall looked old and ridiculous under the live broadcast lights.

A high-ranking member of a conglomerate stared at the screen, his palm resting on the table.

"If this is just a mass-produced weapon."

"How many of these did the Qin Dynasty have back then?"

No one answered.

The answer is too heavy.

The live stream chat had already exploded and spiraled out of control.

【Xiao Yan: (ﾉ≧ڡ≦)】

[The Great Sage: I got the genuine product. The Great Qin: There's another row in the warehouse.]

【Bai Ye: (✪ω✪)】

Mortals worship divine artifacts, while the Qin Dynasty mass-produces assembly lines.

This wave of Eastern mythology has been elevated to interstellar heavy industry.

[Western theological journals will be offline for maintenance tonight.]

Jiang Han ignored the enthusiastic comments on the screen.

He walked forward along the base of the bronze pillar.

Kraken followed behind, dragging his flattened head.

The Star Core Puppet shrank into its tentacles, revealing only a sliver of dark golden fire on its chest.

Hela floated halfway up to Jiang Han's side and slightly behind.

Her silver hair swept across the red sand.

Her gaze never left Jiang Han's hand.

"Owner."

"Something woke up down there."

She leaned close to Jiang Hanxue's side, her voice low.

"The residual noise is still there."

Jiang Han hummed in agreement.

"Know."

He stopped in front of a piece of dark gold Qin seal script worn by time.

The pillars here have large cracks.

The crack contained a chain of runes that had turned black.

Jiang Han raised his hand.

Pure Yang Fire illuminates the words.

The live stream camera automatically zoomed in.

The entire internet has seen those ancient seal scripts that do not belong to any modern writing system.

Long Guozhu immediately shouted.

"Xiao Li, capture it!"

"Create a glyph model!"

Xiao Li was in a flurry of activity.

"It's already under construction!"

"Mr. Long, the translation team says they can't find a match."

"Only some of the characters share the same origin as Qin seal script."

Long Guozhu gritted his teeth.

"Tell them to stop flipping it over."

"According to Jiang Han."

Jiang Han pointed to the pillar.

"Mars's cause of death has nothing to do with the flood you were arguing about before."

The live chat stopped a bit.

"Flooding the land cannot destroy the temporal continuity of civilization."

"Evaporating the ocean cannot erase language and history."

"What Mars truly lost was its high-dimensional ecological structure."

"The desert you see is just a shell of corpses."

Long Guozhu gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"High-dimensional ecological structure".

He repeated it.

"That's why canals, domes, furnaces, and ancient temples on the surface of Mars appear alternately in different phases."

"That's not the exposure of the ruins."

"It's the entire planet's laws that are leaking."

Xiao Li's face turned pale.

"Elder Long, what if this kind of leak occurred on Earth?"

Long Guozhu looked at him.

"Then there would be no history of civilization on Earth."

In the live stream, everyone who had been spamming the Monkey King meme fell silent.

Jiang Han continued forward.

The Qin seal script on the bronze pillar becomes increasingly fragmented as you go down.

Some characters have been eaten away by higher-dimensional pollution, leaving only blank pits.

Occasionally, dense, garbled characters would flash through those blank pits.

Ordinary viewers would feel their scalp tingle just by looking at it.

Bureau 749 immediately cut off some sensory synchronization.

Xiao Li shouted.

"The pollution audio track is rising!"

"Noise cancellation is already implemented!"

"Image sharpness reduced!"

Jiang Han stood in front of a broken array pattern.

"Seven-day cicada in the abyss".

The four words fell.

The number of comments in the global live stream was halved.

It's not that nobody wants to post it.

Many people have their fingers on the screen but forget to type.

Jiang Han's voice continued to come through.

"This is a high-dimensional meme weapon."

"It doesn't need claws or teeth."

"No fleet is needed."

No login required.

"Open your eyes, lock on."

"Screaming, collapsing."

"Within seven days, a civilization was completely wiped clean, from its material possessions to its memories."

He looked down at the red sand beneath his feet.

"Mars is unlucky."

"It heard the cicada's chirping on the very first day."

All over the planet Earth.

Some people were still shaking even after their sensory devices were turned off.

Someone standing by the window heard the ordinary sound of cicadas outside, and their expression immediately changed.

Some people close all the windows in their homes, knowing it's pointless, but they still can't help doing it.

The comments reappeared.

Xiao Yan: (இ﹏இ`｡)

Forget cicadas, I feel like calling the police whenever I hear any insect chirping now.

【Bai Ye: (∩º﹏º∩)】

[I can understand monsters eating people, but this thing eats the records of civilization?]

Knowledge can kill; who can withstand that?

Jiang Han lifted his foot and stepped on an exposed array pattern at the base of the bronze pillar.

Dark gold lines of fire spread out from beneath his feet.

"When the Qin expeditionary force arrived, this thing had already made its cry once."

"So half of Mars is dead."

"The remaining half of the shell was nailed back by the Great Qin using this mass-produced magic needle."

He raised his hand and pointed upwards.

"Through through the earth's surface."

"Through the mantle."

"Pierce into the star's core."

"Press that abyssal cicada into the Earth's core sealing layer."

"This is how the Qin Dynasty handles things."

He paused for a moment.

His gaze swept across the camera lens.

"No prayer was offered."

"There was no negotiation."

"If you discover a world-destroying weapon, pin it down along with the planet."

This message was relayed back to Earth.

Countless people sat in front of their screens, feeling numb.

Long Guozhu closed his eyes.

"This is war in the interstellar age."

"There are no misunderstandings between civilizations, only before and after the fighting."

A meeting room for overseas conglomerates.

A white-haired man said in a low voice.

"We're still discussing rockets."

"They've already turned the planet into a nail bed."

No one refuted this.

Jiang Han walked along the pillar to a deeper seal crack.

A faint, high-frequency sound emanated from underground.

Kraken's entire body suction cups closed.

The flames on the Star Core Puppet's chest were suppressed to the lowest level.

Hela raised her face, a burning killing intent in her eyes.

"Owner."

"It's still down there."

Jiang Han looked down at his feet.

"Of course I am."

He turned to the live stream camera.

Billions of people watched from behind their screens as he raised his hand.

Dark golden Qilin fire ignited in Jiang Han's palm.

He spoke in a low voice.

"The thing you're afraid of now."

"Right at my feet."

The live stream immediately went out of control.

But Jiang Han had already affixed the sealing array pattern of the bronze divine pillar to the hand that was flowing with the pure Yang Qilin blood.