201: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!
201: Chapter 185: 800 Xuanfeng!
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“It seems I really have transgressed—”
Inside the extravagantly decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror before him expressionlessly.
The image in the mirror clearly depicted a young, not yet adult boy.
About thirteen years old, pale-faced, but those features were exceedingly handsome and impeccable.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shimmered with light.
However, at this moment, they also contained a hint of bitterness and helplessness.
I remember not long ago, my face was extremely ordinary, the kind you couldn’t find in a crowd.
I was working as a librarian in a small national capital of Cloud Realm, leading a life of idleness, with the most common of identities.
Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, my body has changed into such a handsome figure.
Though it seemed slightly sickly and delicate, it was truly top-notch in terms of handsomeness.
Even the top male celebrities known for their looks in my previous life couldn’t come close.
If there was anything lacking, it was just the temperament.
But at this moment, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, instead, he felt only misery and confusion.
It was as if he were a fish that had been freely swimming in the sea, suddenly finding itself on dry land.
Surrounded by everything unfamiliar and suffocating, along with surprise and astonishment, was an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.
Refusing to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own cheek hard, immediately feeling a sharp pain.
Naturally, he didn’t find any signs of cosmetic surgery on his face.
“—With pain sensation, could this not be a dream?
But what is my identity now?
And this damned place, where is it?”
‘Zong Shou,’ is the name embedded in the memories of this body.
He had another name in his previous life, but in this situation, that became irrelevant to him.
Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze.
His heart was full of despair, having completely given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’
In fact, since waking up in this new body, several days had already passed.
Almost every time he woke from sleep, he would repeat the actions he had just performed.
And today was the seventh day.
Looking at the decoration style inside the carriage, it seemed to belong to ancient times, yet it wasn’t quite right.
Pulling back the curtain, he saw endless fields stretching out before him, a vast expanse of greenery that was refreshing to both the heart and the eyes.
The air was also fresh and brisk, completely unlike the pollution of his own era.
Looking down further, the carriage, though it had wheels, floated three feet off the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also trotting on air, able to rise and fall as they pleased.
Thus, although the carriage was massive, with just the carriage box having a size of forty square meters, it could traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.
At this moment, no one steered from the front, and the carriage hurried straight ahead, rushing towards the distance.
The scars of sword and knife marks on both sides of the carriage were also quite worrisome.
Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-padded soft couch.
The horses were tamed spiritual beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.
However, as he understood, these two things only appeared in the Cloud Realm twenty thousand years ago, and should be antiques long forgotten.
Then, with a slight flicker of thought, a series of fragmented memories surged in his mind.
They were all shattered and incomplete.
Among them were many characters and a good number of faces.
Sometimes he was practicing martial arts, sometimes reading.
He had seen life-and-death struggles and witnessed people flying and tunneling through the earth.
Moreover, there was a towering mountain that pierced the clouds and an unimaginably large academy that occupied most of an island in the middle of a lake.
It felt both strange and familiar, and there was also a vague sense of fear.
His emotions were truly complex and bizarre to the extreme.
Last in the deepest part of his mind, there was the only memory that remained intact.
Countless mystical characters were combined together to form a complete book.
These characters were extremely familiar to him; he could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.
Back when he was a student, he had studied them extensively and even published specialized papers.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique, and this Demon Language.
Could this place really be thousands of years ago, the era when Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters reigned supreme?
The characteristics in these memories should not be incorrect—”
Thinking of the Telekinesis and various Spiritual Energies used daily by the Spirit Masters in the fragmented memories of the academy, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was utterly blank.
He had seen similar scenes before, but only in games.
In the later Cloud Realm, private fighting was banned, and with the declining Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, only certain places known as ‘Holy Lands’ were richer in energy.
Martial arts and Telekinesis began to decline, and as various machines emerged, technology prospered.
However, the people of Cloud Realm inherited the genes of their ancestors who had struggled against the heavens, cultivating a spirit of resilience and ferocity.
Unable to practice martial arts in the real world, they sought solace in the virtual game worlds.
The most famous of these was a virtual holographic network game called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to have invited all the living masters of martial arts of the time, as well as hundreds of historical scholars, to accurately recreate the era of heroes that existed thirteen thousand years before the Divine Emperor’s arrival.
The practice of martial arts and Telekinesis, as well as daily life, was all closely mimicked to reality.