I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

Chapter 10 All that the sun and moon shine upon is Han territory.

Across the ocean, in Washington, D.C., at the Pentagon.

Inside the underground command center, the three-minute satellite video was being played repeatedly on a huge circular screen.

The azure sea suddenly bulged, forming giant fan-shaped waves, and steel warships crumbled like building blocks.

"Snapped!"

A heavy document was slammed onto the metal tabletop.

CIA Director Burns was ashen-faced, with heavy eye bags that looked like two lumps of lead.

He pointed at the eerie ripple on the screen, his voice hoarse with extreme anger and fear.

"Can someone explain to me what this thing is?"

On both sides of the long table sat the United States' top physicists, meteorologists, oceanographers, and even a few charlatans who studied paranormal phenomena.

At this moment, these usually arrogant academic authorities all bowed their heads, looking just like primary school students who had done something wrong.

"Chief..."

A gray-haired geology professor stood up shakily and pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses.

"According to our monitoring data on the seabed plates... at the time of the incident, the crust in that area was as stable as a steel plate."

"There were no seismic waves and no signs of volcanic activity."

"so what?"

Burns narrowed his eyes, his gaze as cold and menacing as a viper's.

"So...this doesn't conform to the principles of geophysics."

The professor swallowed hard, his voice trailing off, "This energy... it's like it appeared out of thin air on the sea."

"Moreover, its target was too specific, targeting only the Fusang fleet; the surrounding fishing boats didn't even sway."

"Appearing out of thin air? Targeted?"

Burns gave a cold laugh, a laugh born of extreme anger.

"You mean, God suddenly felt down and wanted to take a bath in that sea, and while he was at it, he accidentally swatted a few warships to death?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Burns turned around abruptly, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and scanned the entire room.

"We're not facing God, we're facing the Dragon Kingdom!"

"What we need to figure out is whether they possess some kind of weather weapon we don't know about! Or some kind of high-energy directed-energy weapon!"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

As the head of intelligence, he knew very well that the unknown was the greatest fear.

"No matter the cost, we must find out the truth."

Burns turned to his assistant behind him, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of ruthlessness, "Activate 'Deep Sea'."

The assistant's pupils contracted sharply. "Director, 'Deep Sea' is our highest-level pawn planted in China, lying dormant for twenty years. If we use it now, what if it gets exposed..."

"We can't worry about that now!"

Burns gritted his teeth, pointing at the sunken aircraft carrier wreckage on the screen, "If we don't figure out what this is, the next one to sink might be our Seventh Fleet!"

……

Dragon Kingdom, capital city.

In stark contrast to the panic and chaos across the ocean, a swift and decisive national-level operation is underway here.

"Hurry! Move faster!"

Wang Yijun stood on a closed construction site in the core area of ​​Beijing, holding a walkie-talkie, his voice loud and clear.

This area was originally a planned cultural park, but it was designated as a military restricted zone overnight.

Hundreds of construction machines roared at the same time, and searchlights illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime.

A heavy military transport plane roared through the night sky, its huge rotors whipping up a gust of wind, and slowly hovered above the square in the center of the construction site.

The sound of the steel cable winch turning was teeth-grinding.

A massive boulder, nine meters high and weighing tens of tons, was slowly lowered down.

The stone is entirely dark, its surface covered with the marks of time, yet it exudes an indescribable sense of weight and majesty.

This is the "Fengchan Stone" taken from the top of Mount Tai.

Throughout history, emperors have performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, offering sacrifices to Heaven beside this stone.

It has witnessed the grandeur of Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, and has been bathed in the essence of the sun and moon for two thousand years, possessing an "imperial aura" that suppresses the fate of the nation.

"This stone is quite interesting."

Standing beside Wang Yijun, Li Changgeng suddenly heard Li Chen's voice in his mind.

The voice carried a hint of languor, yet also a touch of satisfaction.

Li Changgeng subconsciously tightened his grip on the dragon-shaped necklace in his pocket and asked respectfully in his heart.

"Dragon Lord, do you think this stone can serve as your dwelling place?"

"It'll have to do."

Li Chen said calmly, "Although it cannot compare to my imperial bed back then, in this era of depleted spiritual energy, finding such a stone imbued with the imperial fortune is quite an achievement."

Hearing this, Li Changgeng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded to Wang Yijun.

Wang Yijun waved his hand and shouted, "Down!"

"boom--!"

The boulder landed with a dull thud, and the entire square seemed to tremble.

Although the workers around did not know the origin of the stone, they felt a sense of awe when they looked at its majestic form.

At this moment, Zhao Wenjin, the propaganda minister, ran over, holding a tablet computer and sweating profusely.

"Mayor Li, Chief Wang, the inscription... the inscription hasn't been finalized yet!"

Zhao Wenjin looked anxious. "According to the plan, the exhibition is scheduled to open to the public tomorrow, and this bare stone tablet won't do. Should we ask the chairman of the Calligraphers Association to write a poem overnight? Or perhaps we could extract a passage from an ancient book?"

Before Li Changgeng could speak, the authoritative voice in his mind rang out again.

"No need."

The next second, Li Changgeng felt the necklace in his hand suddenly become hot, and a warm but domineering force rushed straight to the top of his head along his meridians.

His eyes instantly turned pale gold, and his entire demeanor changed drastically.

The mayor, who was originally gentle and easy-going, was now exuding an imperial aura that looked down upon all living beings!

Zhao Wenjin and Wang Yijun were closest to each other, and they both felt their knees buckle and almost knelt down on the spot.

"Give me a pen."

Li Changgeng—or rather, Li Chen at this moment—uttered two words.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like the clash of metal and stone, making one's eardrums ache.

Zhao Wenjin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly grabbed a thick-tipped marker used for drawing from the engineering table next to him and handed it over.

Li Chen took the pen, didn't even glance at it, and went straight to the huge Taishan stone.

He used neither ink nor a knife.

He simply raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air.

"Buzz—!"

It was as if an invisible sword aura swept through the air.

The incredibly hard granite of Mount Tai was pulverized into powder as easily as tofu.

With the first stroke, dragons and snakes rise from the land!

Li Chen's wrists flipped, his movements flowing smoothly, each stroke carrying the weight of two thousand years of war and the grandeur of a vast land.

Sixteen large characters slowly emerged on the stone tablet.

The script is neither clerical nor regular script, but rather the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty, yet it is even more unrestrained and wild, as if each stroke is a soaring dragon ready to take flight.

Zhao Wenjin's eyes widened, and his lips trembled as he read aloud:

"By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous."

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, it is all Han territory!"