Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire - Chapter 48 The Name of the Holy Dragon

After making preparations for transmigration into the VR world “Mystical Era”, the previous veteran player Xia Yuan becomes an NPC, and is even made the fourth son of the Duke of the Empire!Already prepared for a boring aristocratic life, he never expects that the era has totally changed!As the last obstacle, his family has been labelled as a villain by the new aristocracy and will soon be crushed by history! Xia Yuan has no choice but to gradually strengthen his own power according to his knowledge of the game's history.Lost treasures, forbidden ancient weapons, secrets of immortality, forgotten epics...With one's own strength, save the world! Change fate! Rise from the ashes!...The knight swears, the mage sings, and the dragon spreads its wings!Pursue magic and truth, and control the fate of yourself and the era!Stand in the clouds, above the floating city and the throne of the sky!The bell rings, and the signs finally appeared.-It’s time for the stars to align-

A mysterious black card issues a different amount of money each week and Shi Lei must spend it all within a week’s time. Otherwise, he will be welcomed by the black card’s punishments.

“Spending money is really tiring.” —- Shi Lei said.

“I will set a small goal first, such as spend a hundred million……” —- Shi Lei said in self-satisfaction.

“The one thing I regret the most in life is having infinite money to burn without a choice.” —- Shi Lei finally said.

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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From ancient times to the present, it is rumored that there is a spiritual realm in the world.

Regarding the theory of the spiritual realm, celebrities and scholars in the past dynasties have different opinions. The poem records:

“From Qi to Tang, Zishan?

“The spiritual realm is indescribable, and it is difficult to ask for forgiveness for ghost workers.”

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