192: Chapter 183: Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!
192: Chapter 183: Sword Qi Turns into a Rainbow!
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“It seems I really did travel through ti——”
In the luxuriously and delicately decorated carriage, Zong Shou stared blankly at the round mirror in front of him.
The image in the mirror clearly reflected a yet-to-be-adult teenager.
About thirteen, with a pale complexion, but those facial features were of rare handsoness, extraordinarily exquisite.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled brightly.
Yet at this mont, they were sowhat bitter and helpless.
He rembered that not long ago, he himself bore an utterly ordinary face, the kind lost in a crowd, unnoticeable.
He worked as a librarian in the capital of a small country in Cloud Realm, leading a mundane life, with an identity as ordinary as could be.
But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had turned into that of such a handso youth.
Although slightly frail and sickly, he was undoubtedly handso.
Even those top male celebrities known for their good looks in his previous life couldn’t compare.
If he was lacking anything, it was rely a certain temperant.
Yet at this mont, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but was instead overwheld with worry and helplessness.
It was as if he was a fish that had been free to swim in the vast ocean and suddenly found itself on land.
Everything around him, apart from the suffocating strangeness and the shock and surprise, was tinged with a sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his cheeks with so force, only to imdiately feel a stab of pain.
Of course, he didn’t find any traces of plastic surgery on his face.
“——There’s pain, so it’s not a dream?
But what is my identity now?
And this godforsaken place, where am I?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the na embedded in the mory of this body he now possessed.
In his forr life, he had another na, but in his current circumstances, that was aningless.
Muttering to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, his heart filled with desolation.
He had already given up all hope of returning or ‘waking from this dream’.
In truth, it had been several days since he took over this body.
Almost every ti he awoke from sleep, he would repeat the actions just described.
Today was the seventh day.
Looking at the interior style of the carriage, it seed to belong to ancient tis, yet not quite.
Pulling back the curtains, he saw outside an endless expanse of wildlands, lush and verdant, which made his chest feel unburdened.
The air was also fresh and invigorating, without a trace of the pollutants from his era.
Looking further down, he saw that the carriage, though it had wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground.
The sixteen Single-Horned horses ahead were also treading on air, able to rise and fall with ease.
Therefore, although the carriage was enormous, with just the carriage space being forty square ters, it could traverse any kind of complex terrain as if on flat ground.
And at the mont, there was no one driving in front; it was speeding straightforwardly ahead, racing into the distance.
The slashes and sword marks on both sides of the carriage were also of extre concern.
Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the velvet-padded soft couch.
The horses were dosticated Spiritual Beasts; the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.
But as far as he knew, these two things only appeared in Cloud Realm more than twelve thousand years ago and should be ancient relics from long ago.
Then, with a slight thought, a series of mory images floated up in his mind.
All were fragnted and incomplete.
Among them were many characters and quite a few faces.
He saw himself practicing Martial Arts and reading.
He had seen life-and-death struggles and witnessed people flying through the sky and burrowing into the earth.
There was also a colossal mountain that pierced the clouds, a school so big it occupied most of the island in a lake.
It all felt both strange and familiar, with a sense of fear lurking within.
His emotions were weirdly complicated.
Finally, in the deepest part of his mind, the only mory that remained intact appeared.
Countless mystical characters were combined into one, forming a complete book.
These characters were extrely familiar to him; one could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.
Back when he was a student, he had done a considerable amount of research on them and even published specialized papers.
“The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and this Demon Language.
Could it be that this place is indeed the era from more than ten thousand years ago when Martial Cultivator Spirit Masters reigned supre?
The features in the mory should not be mistaken——”
Recalling the daily use of Telekinesis by the Spirit Masters in the school from his fragnted mories, as well as the various Spiritual Energies, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of bewildernt.
He had seen similar scenes before, but only in gas.
In the future, Cloud Realm prohibited private fights, and with the low vitality of Spiritual Energy, only so special regions called ‘Holy Lands’ had a stronger presence of it.
Martial Arts and Telekinesis began to decline, and with the ergence of various machinery, technology flourished.
However, the people of Cloud Realm still inherited the gene of constantly striving for strength and courage from their ancestors who fought against the heavens and the earth.
Unable to practice Martial Arts naturally, they could only seek solace in the virtual gaming world.
The most famous of them was a virtual holographic network ga called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to have invited all the living Martial Arts masters of the contemporary era and hundreds of historians to completely recreate the era of heroes before the Divine Emperor’s advent thirteen thousand years prior.
The practice of Martial Arts and Telekinesis, as well as all aspects of daily life, were brought as close to reality as possible.
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