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“It seems I really have traveled through ti—”
Within the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked emotionlessly at the round mirror in front of him.
The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a youth who had not yet co of age, about thirteen, with a pale complexion; however, his facial features were exceptionally handso and exquisite beyond compare.
A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes shimred with light.
Yet, at this mont, they contained a touch of bitterness and helplessness.
Not long ago, he rembers that his own face was extrely ordinary, the kind that would undoubtedly be impossible to pick out in a crowd.
He had been a librarian in the capital of a small country in the Cloud Realm, leading a lackadaisical life of re existence, with the most ordinary identity one could have.
Unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had been transford into that of such a handso young man.
Although appearing slightly sickly and frail, he was indeed top-notch in handsoness without a doubt.
Even the top male celebrities known for their good looks in his previous life couldn’t co close to him.
If anything was lacking, it was rely his aura.
However, at this mont, Zong Shou felt not a single joy but was instead filled with sorrow and confusion.
It was as if he was a fish that had lived freely, swimming in the sea, and suddenly found itself on land.
In everything around him, besides the suffocating strangeness that demanded his life, and the surprise and bewildernt, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face again, only to feel a surge of pain, naturally not discovering any traces of costic surgery on his face.
“—There is pain, so it shouldn’t be a dream?
But what is my identity now, and where is this ghostly place?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the na embedded in the mories of this body he now occupied.
He had another na in his previous life, but in his current circumstances, that was aningless to him.
Mumbling to himself, Zong Shou sighed and averted his eyes, feeling utterly despondent in his heart; he had completely given up on any hope of returning or ‘waking from the dream.’
In fact, it had been several days since he switched to this body.
Almost every ti he woke up from sleep, he would repeat the actions just described.
Today marked the seventh day.
Judging by the decoration style inside the carriage, it seed to be from ancient tis, yet it was ambiguous.
Parting the curtains, he saw endless expanses of open fields outside, a vast and luxuriant greenery that was refreshing to the heart and clean air that was invigorating, utterly free from the pollution of his era.
Looking further down, one would notice that the carriage, although equipped with wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet above the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in front of the carriage moved through the air, capable of rising and falling at will.
Therefore, despite the carriage’s huge size, with just the cabin itself being forty square ters, it could travel over any terrain with ease.
And at this mont ahead, there was no one driving; it hurried straight on its route, speeding towards the distance.
The scars of sword cuts on the sides of the carriage also provoked great attention.
Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the soft couch with a swan feather cushion.
The horses were dosticated Spiritual Beasts, and the carriage was the Cloud Flipping Chariot.
However, as far as he knew, these two things should have appeared in the Cloud Realm over twelve thousand years ago, presumably very ancient relics.
Then with just a slight movent of mind, a series of fragnted mories flashed through his mind.
They were disjointed and incomplete.
They contained many characters and quite a few faces.
Sotis practicing Martial Arts, sotis studying.
He had witnessed life-and-death struggles, as well as people soaring through the sky or burrowing through the earth.
There was also a towering peak piercing the Cloud Heaven, and a college so huge it occupied most of an island in a lake.
It felt both foreign and familiar, with a vague sense of fear.
These feelings were truly complex and bizarre.
Lastly, there was a single intact mory in the deepest part of his mind.
Nurous mysterious characters ford together into a complete book.
He was extrely familiar with these characters, you could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.
Back when he was a student, he had conducted extensive research on them, and even published specialized papers.
“The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and this Demon Language.
Could it be that this place really is the era from over ten thousand years ago, dominated by Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters?
These features in my mories should be correct—”
Thinking of the Telekinesis perford daily by the Spirit Masters in the college from his fragnted mories, and the various forms of Spiritual Energy, Zong Shou’s mouth twitched slightly, his face filled mostly with blankness.
He had seen similar scenes before, but only in gas.
In the later Cloud Realm, private fights were banned, coupled with a decline in spiritual energy, only so areas known as ‘Holy Land’ possessed a denser atmosphere.
Martial Arts and Telekinesis began to wane, and with the ergence of various types of machinery, technology flourished.
However, the people of Cloud Realm still inherited the genes of their ancestors’ struggle against the heavens, creating an indomitable and fierce spirit.
Unable to practice Martial Arts normally, they could only seek solace in the virtual world of gas.
Among them, the most famous was a virtual reality ga called “Divine Emperor”.
It was said to have invited contemporaneous Martial Arts masters and hundreds of historians to fully recreate that era of heroes, which existed 13,000 years before the Divine Emperor appeared, where Martial Arts and Telekinesis training were as real as everyday living.
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