The Lord of Taibai Water

Gu Shanhai witnessed this great world of numerous heavens and discarded his third life. 
The gods of the human realm forged an eternal utopia with blood and fire. 
The King of the Red Dragon led his knights, patrolling the never-setting empire. 
The scholar, with a smile and a sword stroke, depicted thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, while monsters opened their eyes and stretched forth claws, giving birth to all manners of demons.
...
'Everyone here is a player; you can't call me abnormal just because I haven't been digitized, right?'

I Don't Agree to the Terms

"Phew, such a mess of memories, my mind feels wrecked," Gu Shanhai sorted through the memories obtained from the Old King's soul, which he had destroyed.


Memories interwoven with all sorts of haphazard elements confirmed one thing for sure: this being was definitely not of dragon descent. Although sturdy, a true descendant would possess the soul of a dragon—presumably tougher than their physical form. As for why the abilities didn't diminish, Gu Shanhai wasn't too clear.


After his shout, the soul was practically shattered beyond repair, and the memories, like a jigsaw puzzle, needed Gu Shanhai to piece them together anew.


But one thing was certain, the other party was definitely not from this world. He was a king captured from the opposite world.


Originally, it was he who had led the attack from Valyria Freehold, surnamed Targaryen.


Upon seeing this, Gu Shanhai felt as if he had seen a ghost.


Chapter 126: The Royal Body Carries the Sacred and the Indestructible