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

With a dragon's roar from the sky.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

The once cloudless sky has somehow become somewhat gloomy.

No.

It's not that the sky has gotten lower.

The clouds have come down.

The clouds that usually linger on the top of Yufeng Mountain seemed to be drawn down heavily towards Guanlongtai by some invisible force.

"The air pressure has changed."

In the front row, Mr. Qian Youmin suddenly spoke up.

Although he is old, as a top physicist, his sensitivity to environmental parameters far exceeds that of ordinary people.

The surrounding air became moist and viscous, carrying an indescribable, crisp scent.

It's like... the calm before a storm, but without any sense of oppression; instead, it makes you feel completely relaxed.

"Boom—"

A muffled sound came from deep within the clouds.

That was a low-frequency vibration caused by the compression of air as some enormous object passed through the atmosphere.

Smith's camera jerked violently, nearly dropping the lens to the ground.

He stared in horror at the image in the viewfinder, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

Suddenly, the thick sea of ​​clouds rolled to both sides, as if a pair of invisible hands had torn open the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic head slowly emerged from the clouds.

What a head that was!

Its antlers resemble those of a deer, towering towards the sky, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen;

Its head resembles a camel's, its towering presence is like a mountain, and every inch of its skin contains ancient power.

Its eyes resembled those of a rabbit, but were actually vertical pupils burning with golden flames!

These eyes are even bigger than the Guanlongtai (Dragon Viewing Platform).

It hangs high in the sky, indifferently looking down at the ants and other creatures below.

"A dragon...it's a dragon..."

Wang Dali felt his knees buckle and he knelt down on the glass walkway with a thud.

As the dragon's head appeared, the clouds erupted in chaos.

Its golden body, stretching for tens of kilometers, appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

Its scales resemble those of a fish, each golden scale the size of a millstone, reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.

Its claws resemble those of an eagle, with sharp hooks that seem capable of easily tearing through the void.

Five-clawed golden dragon!

Live!

"My God..."

Smith dropped the microphone, which emitted a piercing static sound.

His proud scientific views shattered into dust at that moment.

What is holographic projection?

What is mass hysteria?

The overwhelming, terrifying pressure, the sense of realism that makes your soul tremble, is something that no technology can simulate!

"roar--!!!"

Li Chen opened his enormous mouth and let out a dragon roar that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The roar was deafening, but it did not harm anyone. Like a spring breeze, it instantly dispelled the fear and anxiety that had been building up in everyone's hearts.

On the viewing platform, nearly a million tourists made a synchronized movement at this moment.

kneel.

No one forced them, and no one took the lead.

This is the most instinctive form of etiquette when facing beings of a higher dimension.

Even those arrogant foreign tycoons and Western politicians who believed in God were now weak in the knees and trembling as they knelt on the ground.

Before the true dragon, all beings are equal.

There was only one exception.

In the front row of the exclusive area, Qian Youmin and more than a hundred other elderly people, although they were also trembling with awe at this miracle, still sat in wheelchairs or stood with canes.

In the sky, Li Chen's huge golden vertical pupils turned slightly, his gaze passing over the dark crowd and landing precisely on the more than one hundred elderly people.

The next second, a grand and majestic yet gentle voice resounded directly in everyone's mind.

"I am the Holy Dragon Lord."

This sound transcends language; even foreigners who don't understand Chinese can instantly grasp its meaning.

This is divine telepathy.

"I appear today to fulfill the wishes of all beings."

Li Chen's enormous body slowly spiraled down, hovering only a hundred meters above the Dragon Viewing Platform.

Nearly.

closer.

People could even see the trail of the dragon's whiskers fluttering in the wind and smell its unique, faint sandalwood scent.

Li Chen's gaze lingered on Qian Youmin and the others for a moment.

That is merit.

In Li Chen's view, a dazzling golden light floated above the heads of these old people.

That was a meritorious act of saving the world, a virtue that saved countless lives.

It is purer and more precious than any incense.

Li Chen thought to himself, "In this degenerate age, spiritual energy is depleted, yet it produces great sages with pure souls."

Li Chenlong opened his mouth slightly and gently exhaled.

"call--"

This breath transformed into a fine golden rain, which drifted down gently.

But the rain didn't fall on everyone.

It seemed to possess a spirit, bypassing the reporters with cameras, the scheming tycoons, and even most ordinary tourists.

The golden raindrops fell precisely on the more than one hundred elderly people.

"This is……"

Qian Youmin subconsciously reached out and caught a drop of golden rain.

It dissolves upon contact with rainwater.

The next moment, a warm current flowed from my palm throughout my entire body.

The feeling was like drinking a bowl of hot ginger soup in the dead of winter, or like returning to one's mother's embrace.

Mr. Qian's originally cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.

His back, hunched over from years of desk work, suddenly felt a long-lost sense of relief; the deep-seated rheumatic pain had vanished!

It wasn't just him.

The veteran sitting in the wheelchair next to him suddenly widened his eyes and tentatively moved his legs, which had been paralyzed for many years.

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment...

He stood up, shakily!

"I...I stood up?"

The veteran, tears streaming down his face, threw down his cane and gave a crisp military salute to the golden dragon in the sky, saying, "Thank you, Dragon Lord!"

boom--!

This scene completely ignited the entire audience.

If the previous appearance was merely a visual shock, then this "miracle" is a direct impact on the soul.

"A miracle! This is a true miracle!"

"That's a blessing! A blessing from the Dragon God!"

"Why only give them? I want some too! I have money! I'll offer a hundred million!"

A wealthy man screamed like a madman, trying to reach out and grab the scattered golden light, but the points of light seemed to have a mind of their own and passed right through his palm.

In the sky, Li Chen's enormous dragon head lowered slightly, and his voice rang out again.

"This is not my divine power, but the power of the people's merits."

"The golden light carried by the old man is the result of his achievements in saving the country, educating people, and defending the land, and is the convergence of the beliefs of millions of people."

"I merely manifested it and returned it to its rightful owner."