The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

For a long time.

Not a single comment appeared in the live stream.

On countless screens around the world, everyone seemed frozen in place by the phrase "there's no going back."

With so many questions swirling in their throats, no one dared to speak first.

Often, when the truth is laid bare before you, it means you're already caught up in the game.

Why would the government reveal such a high-level secret to ordinary people at this time?

they do not know.

They only felt a tightness in their chest.

That feeling of suffocation didn't come from fear.

It stems from a lack of power.

At this moment, the image of Long Aotian appeared in the minds of countless viewers.

In the restored photo, he appears unruly, with a haughty look in his eyes, like a young dragon that will never bow its head.

At that time, he was the Lord of the Dragon King Palace.

He is a legendary figure described by countless people as arrogant, domineering, and incomprehensibly love-obsessed.

But in the video just now...

He was skin and bones, his flesh withered and shriveled, sitting on that black throne, embodying the desolation of an aging king.

What exactly did he go through?

What exactly did he endure?

What exactly did he shield for these juniors who had once cursed him in the live stream?

no one knows.

All they knew was that they couldn't help in any way.

This feeling is worse than fear.

The Dragon Kingdom of later generations.

In a rented room, a tall man slammed his fist on the table.

"Bang!"

Tears fell drop by drop into the now-cold braised pork trotters and rice.

He gritted his teeth, his fingers pounding the keyboard.

The live stream paused for a moment.

The next second, a flurry of cautious greetings suddenly appeared in the live chat.

【Good morning/afternoon, Director!】

I wonder how many ordinary people typed these words with trembling hands.

On ordinary days, they are just ordinary people who go to work, go to school, pay their mortgages, and watch videos.

People of that caliber wouldn't even deign to salute them from behind a screen.

Even a glance at the news makes it feel very distant from my own life.

But now.

Chen Ping sat down in front of them.

He represents Bureau 749.

This was also the first time that the official authorities of the Dragon Kingdom publicly revealed to the world the door that had been hidden for five thousand years.

Chen Ping looked at the comments and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"I believe everyone already knows this from the live broadcast just now."

"Our ancestor, Long Aotian."

"He is not dead."

A single sentence was uttered.

This brought the audience back from the tension of the official appearance to the heavy reality.

That black throne.

That towering black pillar.

That withered, emaciated Dragon King, who still refused to leave his seat.

It reappeared in everyone's mind.

[Director Chen, can you tell us... what are the Dragon King and his men guarding?]

What can we, the younger generation, possibly do?

The same question was asked again.

Chen Ping looked at the two comments on the screen and took a deep breath.

His brows and eyes gradually darkened.

"He suppressed the eeriness and misfortune."

"He was protecting humanity and peace."

Just two short sentences.

The live stream room fell silent again.

Chen Ping's voice continued.

"As for us..."

"Whoosh!"

He suddenly stood up.

The chair beneath him scraped against the ground, making a screeching sound.

At the same time, a golden dragon icon suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the live stream.

The moment the icon appeared, all the function bars in the entire live stream room flashed briefly.

It's as if some official channel with higher authority has taken over the live stream.

Chen Ping saluted the camera again.

"Gentlemen."

"Our bureau has now investigated and clarified the matter."

"The alternate dimension that appeared five thousand years ago—the Ruins of Return—is now showing signs of reappearing!"

"Based on the Dragon King's current situation."

"Our ancestors, long before we knew it, had already been silently standing on the front lines, protecting us for five thousand years!"

His voice was deliberate and clear, each word distinct.

Every word felt like a blow to everyone's heart.

"Through the restored scenes, we have witnessed the Dragon King's arrogance, the God of War's solitary courage, and the invincible Desolate Emperor."

"But we have also witnessed the cruelty of war."

"I have witnessed the ferocity of demonic beasts."

"I've seen those warriors who fought to the death, even if they were to be shattered to pieces!"

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Many students' eyes instantly welled up with tears.

They remembered Wang Weibing.

I thought of Li Yuan.

I remembered the Northern Army soldiers who were torn apart by the demonic tide, yet still clung to the demonic beasts and self-destructed.

Chen Ping's voice came from the sky, growing deeper and deeper.

"As the tomb of the Holy Doctor is excavated, more and more anomalies are appearing in our time."

"I'm sure you've all guessed it."

"Five thousand years ago, what was left behind by that era was not only the glory of the martial arts' golden age."

"It is also a history of a civilization's interruption written in blood and tears, sacrifice and vigil."

"And now..."

Chen Ping paused for a moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

In that instant, it seemed as if he had used a great deal of strength to say the last sentence.

"They're probably not going to make it much longer."