Chapter 1

"Perhaps it's really a穿越—"

In the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the round mirror in front of him with a blank expression. The image in the mirror was clearly that of a young boy who had not yet reached adulthood. About thirteen years old, his face was pale, but his features were exceptionally handsome and exquisitely refined. His narrow, phoenix-like eyes sparkled with a luster, but at this moment, they held a hint of bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he had a face so ordinary that it would be impossible to find him in a crowd. He was a librarian in the capital of a small country in the Cloud Realm, living a mundane life with no particular identity. But when he woke up from this dream, his body had transformed into that of a handsome young man. Although he appeared somewhat frail and delicate, there was no doubt about his extraordinary beauty. Even the most famous handsome male stars from his previous life could not compare. If there was anything lacking, it was only his aura.

However, at this moment, Zong Shou felt no joy, only a sense of distress and helplessness. It was as if a fish that had been freely swimming in the vast ocean had suddenly found itself on land. Everything around him was suffocatingly unfamiliar, and he felt a deep sense of fear and loneliness.

Refusing to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face hard, feeling a sharp pain. He naturally found no signs of plastic surgery.

"—There's pain, so it can't be a dream, right? But what is my identity now? And where is this place?"

'Zong Shou' was the name in the memory of his current body. In his previous life, he had another name, but in this situation, it was meaningless.

Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, his heart filled with despair. He had completely given up on the idea of returning or 'waking up.'

Actually, he had been in this body for several days. Almost every time he woke up from sleep, he would repeat the same actions. Today was already the seventh day.

The decoration style inside the carriage seemed to be from ancient times, but it was not quite right. When he lifted the curtain, he saw vast fields stretching endlessly, lush and green, making his heart feel refreshed. The air was fresh and invigorating, with none of the pollution from his era.

Looking down, he noticed that the carriage, though equipped with wheels, was floating in the air, about three feet off the ground. The sixteen unicorns pulling the carriage were also walking in the air, moving up and down. Thus, despite its large size—just the carriage itself was about forty square meters—it could navigate any terrain as if it were flat ground.

There was no one driving the carriage, which was moving straight ahead at a rapid pace, flying toward the distance. The sword and knife marks on the sides of the carriage were also very noticeable.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-padded sofa.

The horses were tamed spirit beasts, and the carriage was a cloud-riding carriage. According to his knowledge, these two things only existed in the Cloud Realm over twelve thousand years ago, and should be ancient antiques.

Then, with a slight thought, a series of fragmented memories surfaced in his mind. They were incomplete and disjointed, containing many texts and faces. Sometimes he was practicing martial arts, sometimes reading. He had seen life-and-death battles and witnessed people flying and teleporting. There was also a towering mountain that pierced the clouds and a massive academy that occupied most of a lake island.

These memories felt both strange and familiar, and there was a vague sense of fear. His feelings were incredibly complex and bizarre.

Finally, the deepest memory in his mind was a complete book composed of countless mysterious characters. He was extremely familiar with these characters, having studied them extensively during his student days and even published specialized papers.

"The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique and this demonic script. Could this really be the era over ten thousand years ago when martial artists and spirit masters dominated? The characteristics in my memory should not be wrong—"

Thinking of the spirit masters in the academy from his fragmented memories and the various spells and spirit abilities they used daily, Zong Shou's lips twitched, and his face was filled with confusion.

He had seen similar scenes before, but only in games.

In the later era of the Cloud Realm, private duels were prohibited, and the spiritual energy in the world was low. Only in special areas called 'sacred lands' was the spiritual energy relatively dense. Martial arts and spells began to decline, and with the advent of various machines, technology flourished.

However, the people of the Cloud Realm still carried the genes of their ancestors, who had fought against the elements, fostering a spirit of self-improvement and a love for combat. Unable to practice martial arts normally, they sought solace in virtual game worlds.

The most famous of these was a virtual reality online game called "Emperor of Gods." It was said to have invited all the martial arts masters of the time and hundreds of historians to recreate the era of heroes before the Emperor of Gods, over thirteen thousand years ago. The game aimed to make martial arts, spells, and daily life as realistic as possible.

Right, he remembered that his last conscious moment in his previous life was in the game "Emperor of Gods." The seven emperors of the Cloud Realm were in conflict, and he was fighting a group of enemies with just a sword. But at the last moment, his body was hit by an electric current, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a new body, and the world around him was no longer familiar.

Was he in the game, or in a real era over thirteen thousand years ago?

His mind became dizzy again, and Zong Shou decided to stop thinking about it.

Since there was nothing to do in the carriage, he took out a three-foot-long green steel sword and began practicing sword techniques in the spacious cabin. His footwork and movements made the cabin shine with sword light.

Just like in his previous life, every sword technique and every step was executed with precision, almost perfect.

However, after only half an hour of basic sword practice, Zong Shou was already panting and drenched in cold sweat. The sword light and his figure began to waver. Only his innate, indomitable spirit kept him from collapsing.

When his remaining strength was completely drained, Zong Shou stopped the sword practice and sat on the sofa, panting heavily.

As his intense focus dissipated, he felt a burning pain in every part of his body, from his bones to his muscles and organs.

This was not just out of boredom but out of a sense of urgency. The world and his own situation both made him feel a sense of crisis. He was eager to gain some strength, at least enough to protect himself.

In his previous life, he had studied and practiced all the basic martial arts to the level of a grandmaster. In the entire Cloud Realm, there were only a thousand people with such achievements. He had mastered the principles and variations of sword techniques. Now, he needed to make his body remember and internalize them.

However, his body was too weak. Even with ordinary practice, he could only last for about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and his physical strength was less than half that of an average person.

More dishearteningly, he could not cultivate the basic internal energy.

It was not that Zong Shou's body was really weak. In terms of strength, agility, and flexibility, he was even better than an average person. His bone structure and elemental spirit roots should be considered exceptional. It was just that his physical strength was inexplicably weak.

After seven days of exploration, Zong Shou had some ideas. It was likely due to his mixed bloodline, being half-demon and half-human, with fox blood. This explained his handsome face and weak constitution.

Moreover, if his guess was correct, both his father's and mother's families were of noble origin.

"The human bloodline is still unclear, but the demon bloodline is clearly that of a seven-tailed celestial fox. In the entire Cloud Realm, there are probably no more than a hundred people with this bloodline! If one side could dominate the other, it would be fine, but they are evenly matched. In any era of the Cloud Realm, almost everyone practices martial arts, even a thirteen-year-old boy can usually cultivate one of the spirit roots. An ordinary person often has considerable martial arts skills. A body like mine, with no internal energy and no strength, is extremely rare—"

Lying on the sofa, the thoughts he had suppressed came flooding back into Zong Shou's mind.

Almost subconsciously, he thought of the mysterious demonic script deep in his memory.

The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique in his memory was accompanied by the Indeterminate Killing Fist and the Fish Dragon Cloud Transformation, both of which were considered supreme martial arts techniques.

The name "Indeterminate Spirit Emperor" seemed familiar to Zong Shou, but he could not recall its origin.

"Top-tier martial arts, and even a set of fist techniques and a movement technique. With two high-level bloodlines, this identity is certainly not ordinary. Could Zong Shou be from a noble family? The Zong surname? Could he be from the extinct Tianhu Clan? The name feels familiar. Right, and those two servants—"

Thinking of the two people who had been traveling with him for the past seven days but were temporarily away, Zong Shou felt another wave of dizziness.

Given the extraordinary nature of those two, his own identity was likely much higher than he imagined.

Thinking about the game world becoming reality and his own presence in it, Zong Shou found it even more unbelievable.

Just as he was feeling overwhelmed, a whistling sound came from outside the carriage. Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and looked out the window.

He saw a woman in a colorful dress flying toward the carriage. Although she was walking, her speed was even faster than the sixteen unicorns. In her delicate hands, she held a large beast carcass!

Seeing Zong Shou looking out the window, the woman immediately looked up and smiled sweetly. She had a beautiful face, with delicate features and a pair of adorable white cat ears behind her ears. She was one of the two servants who had been with him since he woke up in this world, Su Chuxue.

Behind her was a tall, muscular man, the carriage driver, named Yin Yang. He was about nine feet tall, with muscles like steel. His presence was imposing, and with each step, he could cover several yards. His square face was calm, but there was a hint of worry.

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