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“It seems I’ve truly transmigrated—”
In the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou watched emotionlessly at the round mirror before him.
The image in the mirror was undoubtedly a young boy not yet of age.
Around thirteen, with a pale complexion, yet the features were exceptionally handso and delicate to an extre.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.
However, at this mont, they contained a hint of bitterness and helplessness.
He rembered that not long ago, his face was extrely ordinary, the type that would never be found if lost in a crowd.
He was a librarian in a small country’s capital within the Cloud Realm, living a life of idle survival, with the most ordinary of identities.
But unexpectedly, upon waking from a dream, he found himself in the body of such a handso youth.
Although slightly sickly and delicate, his features were undoubtedly top-notch.
Even those top male celebrities known for their good looks in his previous life couldn’t compare.
If there was anything lacking, it was only temperant.
Yet at this mont, Zong Shou felt no joy, instead only feeling troubled and despondent.
It was as if a fish that had been free to roam the vast ocean suddenly found itself on land.
In everything around him, besides the asphyxiating strangeness and surprising wonder, there was also an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face forcefully, imdiately feeling a sharp pain.
Naturally, he found no signs of plastic surgery on his face.
“—There’s pain, so it can’t be a dream?
But what identity do I hold now?
And this godforsaken place, where is it?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the na of this body’s mories that he now possessed.
In his previous life, he had another na, but in this situation, that was aningless to him.
Murmuring to himself for a while, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze away, filled with despair in his heart, having thoroughly given up any hope of returning or ‘waking from the dream’.
In fact, it had been several days since he switched to this body.
Nearly every ti he awoke from sleep, he would repeat the actions he just did.
Today was the seventh day.
Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seed to be from ancient tis, yet it was not quite right.
Opening the curtains further, he saw endless fields, limitless and lush with greenery, relaxing to the mind and soul.
The air was also fresh and invigorating, without a hint of the pollution from his era.
Looking down further, he noticed that the carriage, despite having wheels, was suspended three feet above the ground.
The sixteen single-horned horses in the front were walking on air, capable of undulating up and down.
Therefore, although the carriage was bulky, with the compartnt alone being about forty square ters, it could navigate any kind of complex terrain as if it were flat ground.
At this mont, there was no one driving the carriage up front, it was rushing straight ahead, speeding towards the distant horizon.
The sword and blade marks on both sides of the carriage were also highly concerning.
Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and slumped onto the soft couch covered with swan-velvet cushions.
The horses were tad spiritual beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.
However, to his knowledge, these two things only appeared in the Cloud Realm more than twelve thousand years ago, and should be considered ancient relics.
Then with another thought, a series of fragnted mories floated up in his mind.
All were scattered and incomplete.
Among them were many words and a good number of faces.
Sotis he was practicing martial arts, at other tis studying.
He saw life-and-death battles and witnessed people soaring through the skies and burrowing into the earth.
There was also a towering huge mountain that pierced Cloud Heaven and an unimaginably large academy occupying most of an island in a lake.
It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, with a faint sense of fear.
This mixture of emotions was ineffably complex and bizarre.
At last, in the deepest parts of his mind, the only mory that was intact: countless mysterious characters combined to form a complete book.
These characters were exceedingly familiar to him; he could even say that he knew them like the back of his hand.
During his student years, he studied them extensively and even published specialized papers on the subject.
“The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and this Demon Language.
Could it be that this place is indeed the era from over ten thousand years ago when Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters reigned supre?
The features in these mories should not be mistaken—”
Rembering the telekinesis perford daily by the Spirit Masters in the academy within his fragnted mories, as well as the various forms of spiritual energy, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of confusion.
He had seen similar scenes before, but they were in gas.
Later generations in the Cloud Realm prohibited private fights, and due to the sparse spiritual energy from heaven and earth, only so areas known as ‘Holy Lands’ had a richer concentration.
Martial arts and telekinesis began to decline, and with the ergence of various machines, technology prospered.
Yet, the people of Cloud Realm inherited the genes of their ancestors—striving against heaven and earth, relentless in their quest for strength and fierceness in battle.
Unable to practice martial arts normally, they could only seek solace in the virtual worlds of gas.
The most famous among these was a virtual holographic network ga called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to have invited all the surviving martial arts experts of the age, as well as hundreds of historians, to fully recreate the era from thirteen thousand years ago before the Divine Emperor’s ti, a period when heroes were common.
Martial arts and the practice of telekinesis, as well as all aspects of daily life, were brought close to reality.
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