Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

For Noah, founding an empire was not an impossible task. Of course, at present, it was still somewhat distant for him, but he was subconsciously preparing for it.

"The road ahead is long and arduous!"

Noah sighed deeply and went to check on his eldest son, as their ten-year agreement was nearing its end. According to the agreement, Noah would lift the seal from him and return his identity, status, and power.

This time, Noah did not stay in his palace. Instead, he chose to anchor himself to his son’s position and then descend.

Without any forewarning, the Golden Dragon that had coiled in the mountains for decades without moving suddenly shattered the space before it, locked onto the spatial coordinates of its eldest son through their bloodline connection, and began to traverse the vast endless ocean.

Noah’s palace, built by himself, effectively constrained the disturbances caused by the shattered space, keeping everything contained within the palace, unbeknownst to the outside world.

But on the far side of the Alviss Continent, the arrival of the Legendary Ancestral Golden Dragon caused an unprecedented scale of elemental turbulence.

At the moment when Noah’s Dragon Claw extended through the space rift, almost all the legends on this continent sensed Noah’s presence.

To the transcendent beings of Legendary Rank, Noah’s descent was like an additional sun appearing in the sky above; it was hard to ignore.

Even for those transcendent beings who were close enough, it required no legends, as even beneath the Legendary Rank, they could sense the majesty emanating from this entity, known as the Holy Dragon, from the Other Shore Continent.

The land where Noah descended was a war-torn land, where order was absent. Chaos was everywhere: thieves, robbers, bandits, and unidentified armed groups battled and plundered resources on this territory.

Everywhere were refugees fleeing for survival due to the chaos, and even the wilderness was now safer than the populated towns.