Dominating Martial King Chapter 196 - 196 184 Do What You Want to Do

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“It seems I really have transgressed—”

Inside the opulently decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.

The figure reflected was unmistakably that of an underage boy.

About thirteen, with a pallid complexion, but the facial features were rarely handso and exquisitely perfect.

A pair of narrow, long phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.

But at the mont, they were sowhat bitter and helpless.

Not long ago, I rember being an utterly ordinary face, the kind lost in a crowd, unremarkable.

I was a librarian in a small country in the Cloud Realm, leading a life of idle sustenance with the most ordinary of identities.

Yet unexpectedly, upon awakening from that dream, my body had beco that of such a handso young man.

Though sowhat delicately sickly, there was no denying the first-rate handsoness.

Even the top male stars fad for their looks in my previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was anything lacking, it was rely the presence.

However, at this mont, Zong Shou felt not a hint of joy, but was instead overwheld with sorrow and helplessness.

It was as if a fish that was once free to roam the vast seas suddenly found itself on dry land.

Surrounded by everything alien, beyond the suffocating strangeness and astonishnt, there was also an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up hope, Zong Shou pinched his face forcefully again, only to feel a sharp pain.

Naturally, he did not find any traces of costic surgery on his face.

“—There’s pain, so it’s not a dream?

But who am I now, and what is this eerie place?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the na from the mories of this body that I now possessed.

I had another na in my forr life, but in this situation, it was aningless to .

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, his heart brimming with despair.

He had completely lost hope of returning or ‘waking from this dream’.

In fact, it had been several days since he had assud this new body.

Almost each ti he awoke from sleep, he would repeat the actions just ntioned.

And today was the seventh day.

Looking at the interior decorations of the carriage, it appeared to be from ancient tis, yet it was sowhat not quite right.

Pulling aside the curtains, outside was an expansive, endless wilderness, lush and verdant, offering refreshing expansiveness.

The air was also pure and invigorating, containing none of the pollution from the era I ca from.

Looking closer, one would notice that the carriage had wheels, yet it floated three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front also moved on air, capable of undulating up and down.

Therefore, despite the carriage’s enormous size, with the passenger compartnt alone covering forty square ters, it could maneuver over any complex terrain with ease.

At the mont, no one was at the reins, and the carriage sped straight ahead, racing into the distance.

The slashes and dents on both sides of the carriage were also particularly concerning.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the soft couch covered with swan velvet.

The horses were dosticated Spiritual Beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.

However, as far as he knew, these two items had only appeared in the Cloud Realm more than twelve thousand years ago, and they should be antiquities of a long-past era.

Then with a slight exertion of thought, a series of mory fragnts flashed through his mind.

All were fragnted and incomplete.

Many texts and faces appeared among them.

Sotis practicing Martial Arts, sotis reading books.

He had witnessed life-and-death battles, as well as people flying to the heavens or burrowing the earth.

Additionally, there was an imnse mountain piercing the Cloud Heaven, and an unbelievably large academy occupying most of an island in a lake.

The feelings were both foreign and familiar, with an undertone of fear.

The emotions were complicated and bizarre to the extre.

And at the deepest part of his mind, the only piece of intact mory was an array of mystical characters that ca together to form a complete book.

These characters were extrely familiar to him, even to the point of being second nature.

As a student, he had done quite a bit of research on them and even published specialized papers.

“The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and this Demon Language.

Could it be that this is the era from over ten thousand years ago, when Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters reigned supre?

The characteristics in these mories should be correct—”

Recalling the academy seen in the fragnted mories where the Spirit Masters perford their Telekinesis every day along with various uses of Spiritual Energy, Zong Shou’s lips twitched involuntarily, his face filled with bewildernt.

Similar scenes were not unfamiliar to him; he had seen them in gas.

In later tis, the Cloud Realm forbade private dueling, and with the decline of Spiritual Energy, only certain areas known as ‘Holy Lands’ had thicker presence.

Martial Arts and Telekinesis began to wane, and with the ergence of various machines, technology flourished.

However, the people of the Cloud Realm, having inherited the spirit of their ancestors’ defiance against nature, had ingrained within them the relentless pursuit of strength and a bold fierceness.

Unable to practice Martial Arts normally, they sought solace in virtual gaming worlds.

The most famous of these was a virtual reality ga called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to be produced with the collaboration of all of the existing Martial Arts masters of the ti, along with hundreds of historians, to completely recreate the epoch before the arrival of the Divine Emperor thirteen thousand years ago, a ti when heroes were abundant.

Everything about practicing Martial Arts and Telekinesis, as well as daily life, was brought close to reality.