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“It seems I really have traveled through ti—”

In the luxuriously adorned carriage, Zong Shou stared expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.

The reflection showed a young boy, not yet of age—about thirteen.

His complexion was pale, but his features were rarely delicate and exceedingly fine.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.

However, at the mont, they were full of bitterness and helplessness.

He rembered that not long ago, he had an utterly ordinary face, the kind that could never be found if lost in a crowd.

Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, he had transford into this handso young man.

Although slightly frail and sickly, he was undoubtedly exquisite.

Even the top male stars, known for their handsoness on television, could not compare to him.

If anything was lacking, it was rely the aura.

But at this mont, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, only overwhelming confusion.

It was as though a fish that had been free to swim in the sea suddenly found itself on the ground.

In this world, apart from the suffocating strangeness, there was also a deep sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again, only to feel a burst of pain.

Naturally, he found no signs of costic surgery on his face.

“—There is pain, so could this not be a dream?

But now, what is my identity?

And this place, where exactly am I?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the na belonging to the mories of his current body.

In his previous life, he had a different na, but in this situation, that was aningless to him.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

He felt utterly hopeless about returning or ‘waking from the dream.’

In fact, he had been in this world for several days already.

Almost every ti he woke from sleep, he would repeat the actions just described.

Today was the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seed to be from ancient China, yet it wasn’t quite right.

Upon pulling back the curtain, he saw vast expanses of wilderness stretching endlessly, lush and refreshing to the soul.

The air was also crisp and invigorating, completely free of the pollution found in the modern world.

However, looking down, one could see that despite having wheels, the carriage was suspended three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front of it trotted on air, moving fluidly up and down.

Thus, though the carriage was massive, with just the cabin alone spanning forty square ters, it could handle any complex terrain with ease.

At this mont, no one was controlling it in front; it just continued straight ahead, speeding into the distance.

On both sides of the cabin, there were sword marks and cut wounds, which were extrely concerning.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed on the velvet-cushioned couch.

Then, with rely a thought, a series of fragnted mories erged in his mind.

They were all scattered and incomplete, containing many texts and faces, and also a mountain that soared into the clouds—a vast academy occupying most of an island in the lake.

It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, with a vague sense of fear.

This emotion was indeed bizarre and complex to the extre.

Finally, at the deepest part of his mind, the only intact mory remained.

It contained nurous mysterious characters, combined into a complete book.

These characters, unlike any language from his world, felt extrely familiar to him, almost as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could this really be the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face still full of confusion.

—’Divine Emperor’ was a massively popular online ga that began in 2012.

It was unclear which ga company developed it, but all the corresponding gaming equipnt suddenly appeared on the market.

It seed that overnight, the entire Earth had transitioned from 2D and 3D online gas to the era of virtual reality and the Illusion Realm.

Be it that academy, that mountain peak, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all within the Divine Emperor in his previous life.

Indeed, he rembered that at the end of his past life, his last mont of consciousness was within the “Divine Emperor” ga.

In the Cloud Realm, where the Seven Emperors contended, he alone, with a sword, fought against a host of heroes.

However, at the last mont, his body suddenly experienced a surge of electricity, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was already in another body.

Everything around him was no longer the familiar Earth.

So at this mont, was he in a ga or was it a real world?

Or perhaps, was this world related to the “Divine Emperor”?

Feeling dizzy again in his mind, Zong Shou simply put everything aside and stopped thinking about it.

In this train carriage, since he had nothing better to do anyway, Zong Shou took out a green steel sword about three feet long and began practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage interior.

His footing advanced, retreated, and shifted, coordinated with his figure, making the sword light shine within the moderate space of the carriage.

Just as in his previous life, every sword form, every step was precise to the extre, nearly achieving perfection.

However, this basic swordsmanship, which had only been practiced for half a mont, already left Zong Shou gasping for breath, with cold sweat dripping all over his body.

And the sword light and shadow also inevitably beca slightly distorted.

It was only because of his innate, unyielding belief that he was able to keep going without collapsing.

It was only when his body’s last bit of strength was completely exhausted that Zong Shou finally stopped the flashing sword light and sat gasping on the couch.

When his extre concentration finally dispersed, he imdiately felt pain all over his body, in his limbs and organs, as if they were being scorched by flas.

This action was not rely out of boredom; it was purely out of unease.

This world, as well as his own circumstances, indeed made him feel a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was eager to gain so strength, at the very least to have the ability to protect himself.

In the “Divine Emperor,” everything was close to reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, senses, or combat, and even daily necessities like clothing and food, there was a complete system.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, without seeking deeper understanding.

However, there were also so who did their best to learn various knowledge and languages within the Divine Emperor, studied the principles of martial arts in depth, and fully understood everything in this world.

They could even break free from the constraints of the ga and develop new strategies based on existing foundations.

And Zong Shou was not only one of those people, but he stood out among them.

Basic swordsmanship, basic boxing, basic lightness skills, basic evasion, basic step techniques, basic guarding, and basic inner strength: he had thoroughly mastered the foundational martial arts of all martial artists, achieving the highest level of return to simplicity and the master level.

Among all the hundreds of millions of players, those who had achieved this were only a thousand or so.

In fact, Zong Shou had already mastered all the principles, variations, and derivations of this basic swordsmanship.

What he needed to do now was simply to make this body rember them firmly and make them his own instinct.

It was just that his body was extrely frail.

Even just average training could only be sustained for the duration of a cup of tea, and his physical strength was even less than half that of an ordinary person.

And what was more frustrating was that the basic Inner Strength couldn’t be cultivated at all.

It was not that Zong Shou’s body was really weak.

In fact, in terms of strength, flexibility, and agility, he could even surpass ordinary people.

Even his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should belong to the category of a genius.

It was just that his physical strength was inexplicably weak.

However, after seven days of exploration, Zong Shou had already developed so ideas.

It should be due to the bloodline he was born with, being half-demon and half-human fox, that he had such a handso face.

And if he was not mistaken, both his paternal and maternal sides should co from extraordinary origins.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its characteristics are still unclear.

But this demon clan bloodline is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Demon Fox.

In the entire Cloud Realm, there are likely no more than a thousand!

If one side could have overwheld the other, that would be one thing, but unfortunately, it’s a stalemate.

In this Divine Emperor World, almost everyone practices martial arts.

Even a minor who has not yet co of age can often unblock a ridian.

An inconspicuous commoner can also have impressive martial arts.

If like my body, having neither inner strength nor the strength to truss a chicken is indeed rare—”