241: Chapter 194 Liu Ruoxi’s Initial Cry!
241: Chapter 194 Liu Ruoxi’s Initial Cry!
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“It seems that I really have traveled through ti—”
Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed expressionlessly at a circular mirror in front of him.
The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of a boy not yet of age.
About thirteen, his complexion pale, but his features were rarely handso and exquisitely flawless.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shone brightly.
However, at the mont, they contained a trace of bitterness and helplessness.
He rembered that not long ago, he still had an utterly ordinary face, the kind that couldn’t be found if thrown into a crowd.
He was a librarian in a small country’s capital library in Cloud Realm, leading a life that barely scraped by, with an identity too common to ntion.
Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this sleep, his body had changed into that of such a handso man.
Although slightly fragile and sickly, he was undoubtedly top-tier in handsoness.
Even those top male celebrities known for their looks in his previous life couldn’t compare.
If anything was still lacking, it was only his aura.
At this mont, however, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but rather a sense of sorrow and helplessness.
It was as if he was a fish that had been free to roam the vast ocean but had suddenly co upon the land.
Surrounding him was nothing but the suffocating strangeness that demanded life, along with astonishnt and bewildernt, and an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again with force and imdiately felt a pang of pain.
Naturally, he didn’t notice any traces of costic surgery on his face.
“—There’s pain; could it be that this isn’t a dream?
But who am I now, exactly?
And this eerie place, where is it?”
‘Zong Shou’ was the na from the mories of this body he was in now.
In his previous life, he had another na, but that was aningless given his current circumstances.
Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and shifted his gaze.
His heart was filled with despair, having given up completely on the idea of returning or ‘waking up’ from this situation.
In fact, he had been in this body for several days already.
Almost every ti he woke up, he would repeat the actions just ntioned.
Today was the seventh day.
Judging by the decor inside the carriage, it seed to be from ancient tis, yet there was sothing not quite right about it.
Upon drawing the curtains, he saw endless plains outside, lush and green, making the chest feel expansive.
The air was also crisp and refreshing, completely free of the pollution of his era.
Looking further down, he noticed that although the carriage had wheels, it hovered three feet above the ground.
The sixteen horses in front, each with a single horn, moved through the air and could ascend and descend.
Thus, despite the carriage’s massive size—just the compartnt itself was forty square ters—it could handle any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.
And at the mont, no one was steering it; it rushed straight forward, speeding into the distance.
The sides of the carriage, with its marks from swords and knives, also greatly intrigued him.
Zong Shou felt a bout of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-covered soft couch.
The horses were tad Spiritual Beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.
However, as far as he knew, both of these artifacts had appeared only in Cloud Realm more than twelve thousand years ago, ostensibly ancient antiques by now.
Then with a slight thought, a string of fragnted mories surfaced in his mind.
All were disjointed and incomplete.
They included many texts, several faces.
At tis practicing Martial Arts, at other tis studying.
He had seen life-and-death battles, and witnessed people flying and tunneling through the ground.
Additionally, there was an enormous mountain piercing the Cloud Heaven and an unbelievably large academy occupying most of an island in a lake.
These mories felt both foreign and familiar, with an underlying sense of fear.
Such emotions were truly complex and odd.
Finally, at the deepest part of his mind, there was only one segnt of mory that remained intact.
It contained nurous mysterious runes grouped together, forming a complete book.
He was extrely familiar with these characters; he could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.
During his student days, he had studied them extensively and had even published scholarly papers about them.
“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique, and the Demon Language.
Could it be that this place is really the era from more than ten thousand years ago, dominated by Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters?
These features in my mory should not be mistaken—”
Recalling the academy from his fragnted mories, where Spirit Masters cast Telekinesis daily and used various forms of Spiritual Energy, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was filled with confusion.
He had seen similar scenes before, but only in gas.
In later eras of the Cloud Realm, private fighting was banned, and the natural Spiritual Energy was scarce, existing densely only in certain areas known as ‘Holy Lands’.
Martial Arts and Telekinesis began to decline as various types of machinery erged, leading to the rise of technology.
However, the people of the Cloud Realm had inherited the genes of their ancestors’ relentless struggle against nature, forging a legacy of tenacity and valor.
Unable to practice Martial Arts normally, they sought solace in the virtual world of gaming.
Among them, the most famous was a virtual holographic online ga called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to have invited all of the era’s surviving Martial Arts masters and hundreds of historians to fully recreate the era of heroes that existed thirteen thousand years before the Divine Emperor era.
Martial Arts training and Telekinesis, along with daily life functions, were all closely mimicked to reality.
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