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“It seems that I have really transmigrated—”

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked emotionlessly at a round mirror before him.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a teenager who had yet to reach adulthood.

He was about thirteen years old, with a pale complexion, but his facial features were exceptionally handso and exquisite.

A pair of narrow, phoenix eyes sparkled brightly.

However, at that mont, they were filled with a bitter and helpless expression.

He rembered that not long ago, he distinctly had an utterly ordinary face, the kind that would never stand out in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had turned into that of a breathtakingly handso man.

Although he appeared sowhat sickly and weak, he was undoubtedly top-notch in looks.

Even the top male stars known for their handsoness in TV shows from his previous life couldn’t compare.

If anything was lacking, it was rely his presence.

Yet at this mont, Zong Shou had not a trace of joy, but felt only confusion and disorientation.

It was as if he was a little fish that had been freely swimming in the sea, suddenly finding itself on dry land.

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

Not willing to give up hope, Zong Shou pinched his face forcefully only to feel a sharp pain.

Naturally, he found no traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“—There’s pain, so it can’t be a dream?

But what identity do I have now?

And this damned place, where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the na of the mories in this body he now inhabited.

In his previous life, he had another na, but in this situation, that no longer held any significance for him.

After murmuring to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze.

His chest was heavy with despair, and he had completely given up on any notions of returning or ‘waking up’ from this situation.

In truth, he had arrived in this world several days ago.

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

Today was already the seventh day.

The style of decorations inside the carriage suggested ancient China, but still, it felt sowhat off.

Pulling aside the curtains, he saw outside endless stretches of wild plains, lush and green, making one’s chest clear and refreshed.

The air was also crisp and invigorating, without a hint of the murkiness of the modern world.

Upon looking down, however, one would notice that although the carriage had wheels, it was suspended in midair, three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned steeds in front of it were treading on air, able to fluctuate up and down.

Therefore, despite the carriage’s bulk—just the cabin itself was a full forty square ters—it could traverse any complex terrain with ease.

At the mont, no one was controlling it from the front, as it raced straight ahead toward the distance at great speed.

The slashes and sword cuts on the sides of the carriage were also extrely concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-cushioned couch.

Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragnted mory images surfaced in his mind.

They were all disconnected and incomplete.

Within them were many words and quite a few faces, as well as an imposing, majestic mountain reaching into the clouds, and an academy occupying a vast part of an island in a lake, too big to imagine.

Feeling both unfamiliar and familiar, and with an indistinct sense of fear, these emotions were indeed too complicated and strange.

In the deepest part of his mind, the only remaining mory was a sequence of mysterious characters, combined into one, forming a complete book.

These characters, unlike any language from his world, felt extrely familiar to him, as if he had mastered them in his previous 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 displayed only confusion and bewildernt.

—— “Divine Emperor,” a network ga that began in 2012 and swept the world.

No one knew which gaming company developed it, but all the supporting gaming equipnt suddenly appeared on the market.

It seed that overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online gas into the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realm.

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

That’s right, he rembered that in his past life, his last conscious mont was within the “Divine Emperor” ga.

In the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors vied for supremacy.

Alone with his sword, he fought against nurous heroes.

Yet, at the very last mont, his body suddenly shook with an electric shock and he lost all consciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself in another body.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

So, was he now in the ga, or was this a real world?

Or, could there be so connection between this world and “Divine Emperor”?

With another wave of dizziness in his mind, Zong Shou decided to put everything aside and stop thinking about it.

Having nothing else to do in this carriage, Zong Shou instead took out a Green Steel Sword about three feet long, and in the moderately spacious interior of the carriage, he began practicing his swordsmanship.

His footsteps advanced, retreated, and shifted, coordinating with his body movents, creating flashes of sword light within the not-too-small carriage.

Just like in his past life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the extre, nearly perfect.

However, after practicing Basic Swordsmanship for only half a mont, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

The sword light and his figure couldn’t help but distort slightly.

It was solely by his inborn, unyielding belief that he managed to not collapse onto the ground.

Only when all the strength left in his body was completely exhausted did Zong Shou stop the sword light and sit down on the couch, panting.

When that intensely focused attention finally dispersed, he imdiately beca aware of the pain in every part of his body, as if his limbs and internal organs were being scorched by flas.

This action was not out of sheer boredom, but pure unease.

Both this world and his own situation made him feel a sense of urgent crisis.

Desperately, he wanted to gain so strength or, at the very least, so ability to protect himself.

Inside “Divine Emperor,” everything tends towards reality.

Whether it’s Martial Arts, languages, Five Senses, Combat, or even daily necessities like food, clothing, and shelter, there is a complete System.

Most players rely on the system’s default settings for gaming and Combat, not bothering to delve deeper.

Yet there are so who do their utmost to learn various kinds of knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, studying the principles of Martial Arts in depth to understand everything in that world.

They even manage to break free from the constraints of the ga, creating sothing new from the original foundations.

Zong Shou was not only one of these people, but he was among the best of them.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Internal Skill; he had ticulously researched all of the fundantal skills for Martial Artists to reach the master level of Return to Simplicity, the grandmaster tier.

And among the hundreds of millions of players, there were only a re thousand who had achieved this.

In fact, Zong Shou had already mastered all the principles, variations, and evolutions of this Basic Swordsmanship.

What he needed to do at this mont was to make it so this body would firmly rember these skills as instinct.

But this body was just too frail.

Even ordinary training could only be sustained for the duration of a cup of tea, his physical strength not even half of an average person’s.

What was even more disheartening was that the Basic Internal Skill couldn’t be cultivated at all.

It wasn’t as if Zong Shou’s body was truly weak.

In fact, in terms of strength, agility, and flexibility, he could even surpass an ordinary person by a wide margin.

Even his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root should belong to the genius tier.

It was only his physical strength that was inexplicably weak.

However, through seven days of exploration, Zong Shou had already found so clues.

It seed to be due to the Bloodline within him, being a Half-demon, a mix of Human and Fox, that he had such a handso face.

And if things were as he expected, both his father’s and his mother’s lineages should be far from ordinary.

“This Human Clan bloodline, its traits are not yet clear.

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

In the entire Cloud Realm, there likely isn’t more than a few thousand!

It would be fine if one lineage overpowered the other, but instead, it’s a stalemate.

In the Divine Emperor World, almost everyone practices Martial Arts.

Even a not-yet-adult teenager often manages to unlock one channel.”