216: Chapter 188: Both Benevolent and Righteous 216: Chapter 188: Both Benevolent and Righteous Please support the official release for future content updates
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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”
In the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou stared expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.
The reflection in the mirror was unmistakably that of a youth not yet of age.
Around thirteen, with pale skin, but his features were rare in their handsomeness and exquisite perfection.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, sparkling and shining.
However, at this moment, they were filled with a bitter and helpless light.
He remembered that not long ago, he had an exceedingly ordinary face, one that would be utterly indistinguishable in a crowd.
He had been a librarian in a small country’s capital within Cloud Realm, leading a life of muddling through, his identity was nothing special.
Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, he found himself in the body of such a handsome man.
Although appearing a bit sickly and weak, there was no denying he was exceptionally handsome.
Even the top male stars known for their good looks in his previous life couldn’t compare.
If anything was missing, it was merely his aura.
At this moment, however, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, quite the opposite—he only felt worried and at a loss.
It was as if he were a fish that had been free to roam the seas but had suddenly been brought onto dry land.
All around him, besides the suffocating strangeness and the surprise and astonishment, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face hard and immediately felt a jolt of pain.
Of course, he found no trace of plastic surgery on his face.
“—There’s pain, so it can’t be a dream?
But who am I now, exactly?
And this place, where am I?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the name belonging to the memories of his current body.
He had another name in his previous life, but in his current situation, that was now meaningless to him.
Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze.
His heart was filled with despair, having given up all hope of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’
Almost every time he woke up, he would repeat the actions he had just performed.
And today was the seventh day.
Judging by the interior’s decorative style, it looked like it belonged to ancient times, yet there was something not quite right about it.
Pulling back the curtain, he saw an endless expanse of prairie outside, lush and vibrant, which broadened his spirits.
The air was crisp and fresh, completely devoid of the pollution from his own era.
Looking down, he noticed that the carriage, despite having wheels, was floating three feet above the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also walking on air, able to move up and down freely.
Thus, although the carriage was huge—forty square meters just for the compartment—it could navigate any type of rugged terrain effortlessly.
At this moment, there was no one steering it, and it was rushing straight ahead towards the distance.
The sword scars and blade marks on both sides of the compartment were also of great concern.
Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the soft couch covered with a velvet pad.
The horses were domesticated Spiritual Beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.
But as far as he knew, both of these things only appeared in Cloud Realm over twelve thousand years ago and were ancient antiques from a long-past era.
Then, with a slight flicker of thought, a series of memory fragments surfaced in his mind.
They were all fragmented and incomplete.
There were many texts, and quite a few faces.
One moment practicing martial arts, another reading books.
He had seen life and death battles and witnessed people flying to the heavens and burrowing into the earth.
And there was also a towering gigantic mountain that pierced Cloud Heaven and an unbelievably large academy occupying half of a lake island.
It all felt both strange and familiar, with an undercurrent of fear mixing into his emotions, making them extraordinarily complex and odd.
Furthest in his mind, the only complete memory that remained was of countless mysterious characters coming together to form a complete book.
These characters were incredibly familiar to him, he even knew them like the back of his hand.
Back when he was a student, he had done extensive research and even published specialized papers on them.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and this Demon Language.
Could it be that this place is really from over ten thousand years ago, a time when Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters reigned supreme?
The features in my memories should be accurate—”
Recalling the telekinesis and various Spiritual Energies used by the Spirit Masters in the academy from his fragmented memories, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face nevertheless a picture of confusion.
He had seen similar scenes before, but only in games.
In later generations, Cloud Realm banned private dueling, and the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth was waning, only in some special areas known as ‘Holy Lands’ was it denser.
Martial arts and telekinesis began to decline, and as various machinery emerged, technology prospered.
However, the people of Cloud Realm still inherited the gene of striving against nature from their ancestors, always ferocious in their persistence and bravery.
Unable to cultivate martial arts normally, they could only find solace in virtual game worlds.
Among them, a game called “Divine Emperor,” a virtual holographic online game, was the most famous.
It was said to have invited all the existing martial arts masters of that era and hundreds of historians to recreate the age of heroes that existed 13,000 years ago, before the Divine Emperor came into power.
The cultivation of martial arts and telekinesis, as well as daily life, all closely resembled reality.