The national destiny arena came, and I was selected to represent the Dragon Kingdom and enter the forbidden land of gods and demons.
Monsters are rampant here, and players from other countries rely on S-level powers, mythical bloodlines, and super technology.
As for me, I only have a dilapidated [Museum of Civilization], which displays countless "trash" forgotten by the world: a poem, a page of history, and half a fragment of a piece of music.
The whole world is laughing: "The Dragon Kingdom is over, and they sent a cultural man to die!"
Until millions of monster soldiers were approaching, I calmly took out a page of poetry and read aloud:
"The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents!"
The poem is completed, and the words follow the law! Endless sword energy comes from the sky, killing demons like cutting grass!
The whole country is excited! And I just walked deeper into the museum.
Facing the Immortal Evil God, I unfolded a volume of the Tao Te Ching and mouthed the Heavenly Constitution: "The Tao can be Tao, but it is extremely Tao!"
The rules are reshaped and the evil god collapses!
When the world-destroying demon comes, I play the song "Guangling San". The sound of the piano is like a knife, and cutting the god is like cutting a melon!
The whole world finally panicked: "Stop! What you are doing is not culture at all, it is a dimensionality reduction attack!"
I smiled slightly and looked at the countless unused exhibits in the museum: "The Art of War", "Hetu Luoshu", "Yongle Dadian"...
"Don't worry, the wisdom of our ancestors has just begun."
