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“It seems that I really have transmigrated—”
In the lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.
The reflection in the mirror was unmistakably that of an underage boy, around the age of thirteen, with a pale complexion.
However, his features were exceptionally handso and exquisitely beautiful.
A pair of slender phoenix eyes shone brightly, but at this mont they were filled with bitterness and helplessness.
Just recently, I had an extrely ordinary face, the kind that would never be found if lost in a crowd.
Yet unexpectedly, after waking from this dream, my body has beco that of such a handso man.
Although sowhat sickly and frail, there was no doubt about his superior looks.
Even the top male stars known for their handsoness on TV in my past life couldn’t compare.
If anything were lacking, it would only be the air about him.
But at this mont, Zong Shou felt not a trace of joy; on the contrary, he only felt bewildered and at a loss.
It was as though a little fish, originally free to roam the vast ocean, had suddenly co to the land above.
In this world, apart from that suffocating strangeness threatening to kill , there was also an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.
Not willing to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face harder, imdiately feeling a surge of pain, and naturally, he found no trace of plastic surgery on his face.
“—There’s pain, so this shouldn’t be a dream?
But who am I now?
And this damned place, where exactly is it?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the na belonging to the mories of this body.
In my past life, I had another na, but given the circumstances I was in, it was aningless to .
Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze.
His heart was filled with despair; the idea of returning or ‘waking from the dream’ had been completely abandoned.
In fact, I’ve been in this world for several days already.
Almost every ti I wake up from sleep, I repeat the action I had just done.
Today was already the seventh day.
Looking at the interior decoration style of this carriage compartnt, it seems to be from ancient China, yet not quite.
Parting the curtains, I saw outside vast expanses of wilderness, endless and lush with greenery, which was refreshing to the mind and clear to breathe, nothing like the pollution of the modern world.
But looking down further, one could notice that although the carriage had wheels, it floated three feet above the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in the front moved through the air, capable of undulating up and down.
That’s why, despite its huge size, with the carriage compartnt alone being forty square ters, it could navigate any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.
Right now, no one was controlling the carriage ahead; it was just rushing straight forward, speeding toward the distance.
The slash marks and sword wounds on either side of the carriage were also very concerning.
Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the soft couch covered with velvet cushions.
Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragnted mories flickered through his mind.
All were fragnted and incomplete.
Many were texts, a good number were faces, and then there were, a towering mountain that pierced through the clouds, and an unbelievably large academy that occupied most of an island in the middle of a lake.
It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and there was a vague sense of fear.
The emotions were complicated and strange to the extre.
Lastly, in the depths of my mind, the only mory I still had was a string of mysterious characters, combined to form a complete book.
These characters, unlike any kind of writing from my previous world, felt incredibly familiar to , almost like I had mastered them in my past life.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?
And this Demon Language.
Could it be that this is the Divine Emperor World?”
Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was completely filled with confusion.
— “Divine Emperor” was a popular online ga that swept the world beginning in 2012.
It was unknown which ga developnt company created it, and all the accompanying gaming equipnt appeared on the market suddenly.
It was as if, overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online gas into the era of virtual reality and the Illusion Realm.
And whether it was that academy, that mountain, or the Demon Language in my brain, I had seen them all in the Divine Emperor World in my past life.
That’s right, in my past life, my last conscious mory was being inside the “Divine Emperor” ga.
In the Cloud Realm, the battle for supremacy among the Seven Emperors raged fiercely.
Alone with but a sword, I fought valiantly against the multitude of heroes.
Yet, in the final monts, my body suddenly shuddered with an electric jolt, losing all consciousness.
When I awakened, I had assud a different body, and everything before my eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.
At this mont, am I within a ga, or am I in a true world?
Or, does this world have a connection with “Divine Emperor”?
My head spun once more, and Zong Shou simply let go of all thoughts and ceased to ponder.
In this carriage, with nothing particular to do, Zong Shou instead took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began practicing his swordsmanship in the reasonably spacious carriage.
With steps forward and back, advancing and retreating, coupled with shifts in stance, the sword light glimred within the confines of the carriage, moderate in size.
Just as in his previous life, each sword form, each step, was executed with pinpoint accuracy, almost reaching perfection.
However, after practicing this Basic Swordsmanship for barely half a mont, Zong Shou was already panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat.
The elegance of his sword and figure began to falter slightly.
It was solely his inborn, unyielding belief that kept him from collapsing to the ground.
Only when his body’s lingering strength was completely expended did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit panting on the couch.
When his intense concentration finally dispersed, he could imdiately feel a burning pain throughout his body, in every limb and organ.
This act was not rely out of idleness or boredom, but rather pure unease.
The state of this world, and his own condition, both invoked in him a sense of crisis and urgency.
He was eager to gain so strength, at least enough to save his own life.
Within “Divine Emperor,” everything approximates reality.
Whether martial arts, language, five senses, combat, or even daily necessities, there was a complete system in place.
Most players rely on the system’s default settings to play and fight, not delving too deeply.
Yet there are those who learn as much as they can about the various types of knowledge and writings within “Divine Emperor,” studying the underlying principles of martial arts and comprehending everything about this world.
Even managing to break free from the constraints of the ga and devising their strategies based on existing foundations.
Zong Shou is not only one of them, but also among the best of such people.
Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill—all of the martial artist’s fundantals were thoroughly studied by him, reaching the master level of returning to simplicity.
Among all the hundreds of millions of players, those with such achievents are but a re few thousand.
In fact, Zong Shou has already mastered all principles and derivations of this Basic Swordsmanship.
What he needed to do now, was to firmly engrain it in this body, making it instinctive.
But this body of mine is truly too weak.
What amounted to just ordinary practice only lasted as long as a cup of tea, and the stamina was not even half of a normal person’s.
Even more disheartening was the fact that he could not cultivate the Basic Internal Skill.
It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was genuinely weak.
If we talk about strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even surpass the average person.
His root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should belong to the genius tier.
It’s just that his physical endurance, for so unfathomable reason, was extraordinarily frail.
However, after seven days of exploration, Zong Shou had gleaned so clues.
It seed his circumstances were due to his bloodline, being a Half-demon, a mix of Human Fox, which accounted for his handso appearance.
And if he wasn’t mistaken, both his father’s and mother’s lineages should be extraordinary.
“This Human Clan bloodline, its traits still unclear to .
But this demon clan bloodline, is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Demon Fox.
Throughout the Cloud Realm, they likely number less than a thousand!
It would be better if one lineage dominated the other, yet unfortunately they are evenly matched.
In this Divine Emperor World, nearly everyone practices martial arts; even an underage teen can unblock a ridian.
The seemingly inconsequential common folk often possess decent martial skills.
As for a body like mine, devoid of any inner strength and powerless as it is, this rarity is indeed extre—”
Lying on the soft couch, Zong Shou felt those thoughts he had forcibly suppressed surging back into his mind.
In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled that mysterious script buried deep within his consciousness.
Divine Emperor Martial Arts is divided into twelve levels: Foundation Establishnt, entry-level, Peeping Profound, Upper Grade, Spirit Marvel, Absolute Skill, Legend, Earth Penetration, Shaking Heaven, Holy Spirit, Divine Skills, and Apocalypse.
The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his mory, according to his experience, should be between the sixth and the seventh levels—sowhere between Absolute Skill and Legend.
It even ca with a set of Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, both also of Absolute Skill Level.
Such level of martial arts, even in the past eras of “Divine Emperor” filled with formidable characters and wandering immortals, was extrely rare.
It was generally inaccessible to average players.
He rembered that in the mid-stage of the ga, to obtain an Absolute Sword Skill, he had devoted nearly a month, pouring all his energy into more than twenty consecutive quests.
Upon success, he imdiately ascended to the top tier of players, a testant to its formidable rarity.
And those words “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor,” Zong Shou felt like he had heard them before, but couldn’t recall where.
“A top-level Absolute Skill, even paired with a separate Fist Technique and movent technique.
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