211: Chapter 187: Extre Sword Intent!
211: Chapter 187: Extre Sword Intent!
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“It seems I truly have traveled through ti—”
Inside the luxurious and exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked expressionlessly at the round mirror in front of him.
The image in the mirror clearly showed a boy not yet of age.
About thirteen, with a pale complexion, but featuring an unusually handso and exquisitely delicate face.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, shimring with light.
However, at this mont, there was a touch of bitterness and helplessness in them.
He rembered that not long ago, he had a very ordinary face, the kind that would never stand out in a crowd.
He worked as a librarian in the capital of a small country in Cloud Realm, leading a life of idle subsistence with the most ordinary identity.
But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had changed into such a handso man.
Although slightly sickly and frail, he was undeniably stunning.
Even the top male stars known for their looks in his previous life couldn’t compare.
If anything was lacking, it was only his deanor.
However, at this mont, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather a sense of sorrow and helplessness.
It was as if a fish that had freely swum in the sea had suddenly co to land.
Surrounded by everything alien, besides the suffocating strangeness and the shock of surprise, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face hard, only to feel a sharp pain.
Naturally, he found no traces of costic surgery on his face.
“—I can feel pain, so I should not be dreaming.
But what is my identity now?
And this bizarre place, where is it?”
‘Zong Shou’ is the na in the mories of his current body.
In his previous life, he had another na, but in this situation, that was aningless to him.
Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze away.
His heart was filled with despair, having completely given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking up’ from this dream.
Actually, he had been in this new body for several days.
Almost every ti he woke from sleep, he would repeat the actions just described.
And today was the seventh day.
Judging by the style of the carriage’s interior, it seed to be from ancient tis, yet also sowhat not.
Parting the curtains, he saw outside vast expanses of pristine wilderness stretching endlessly, lush and soothing.
The air was also fresh and crisp, without the slightest hint of pollution from his era.
Looking further down, he realized that the carriage, though equipped with wheels, was suspended mid-air, three feet off the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in front were also treading on air, capable of fluctuating up and down.
Thus, despite the carriage’s large size, with the cabin alone being forty square ters, it could traverse any terrain with ease.
At this mont, there was no one driving in front, and the path ahead was straight as they rushed forward at high speed.
The sword cuts and blade marks on both sides of the carriage were also extrely concerning.
Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-covered couch.
The horses were tad spiritual beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.
However, to his knowledge, these two items had only appeared in Cloud Realm twelve thousand years ago and should be ancient relics from a long-past era.
Then with a slight thought, a series of mory images floated up in his mind.
They were all fragnted and incomplete.
Many included text and nurous faces.
Sotis he was practicing martial arts, other tis he was studying.
He witnessed life and death battles and saw people moving through the sky and underground.
There was also an enormous mountain piercing the clouds and a huge institute occupying most of an island in a lake.
It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, mixed with a vague sense of fear.
This mood was indeed complex and strange to the extre.
In the deepest part of his mind, the only mory that was still intact had nurous mysterious characters combined into a complete book.
These characters were extrely familiar to him; he could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.
While a student, he had researched them extensively, even publishing specific academic papers on them.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and the Demon Language.
Could it be that this is truly the era from more than ten thousand years ago, when Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters dominated?
The features in my mory should be correct—”
Rembering the institute in his fragnted mories, where Spirit Masters practiced telekinesis and various spiritual energies daily, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of confusion.
He had seen similar scenes before, but only in a ga.
In later eras, Cloud Realm banned private duels, and with spiritual energy at a low ebb, only certain areas known as ‘Holy Lands’ were richer.
Martial arts and telekinesis began to decline, replaced by various types of machinery which brought a rise in technology.
However, the people of Cloud Realm ultimately inherited the genes of their ancestors who struggled against nature, fostering a spirit of relentless strength and fierce fighting.
Unable to practice martial arts normally, they sought consolation in the virtual world of gas.
The most famous of these was a virtual reality holographic ga called “Divine Emperor,” which claid to have invited all living martial arts masters and hundreds of historians of the ti.
It recreated the era thirteen thousand years before the Divine Emperor’s arrival when heroes were born.
The practice of martial arts and telekinesis, clothing, food, shelter, and transportation—all were close to reality.
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