Dominating Martial King
Chapter 206 - 206 186 One Man Against Thousands!

206: Chapter 186: One Man Against Thousands!

206: Chapter 186: One Man Against Thousands!

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“It seems I really have traveled through time——”

In the lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed expressionlessly at the round mirror before him.

The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of a not yet mature boy, about thirteen years old, his complexion pale.

However, his features were rarely handsome and exquisitely perfect.

A pair of narrow, phoenix eyes shimmered.

However, at this moment, they contained a trace of bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he was just an ordinary face that one couldn’t find in a crowd.

In a library of a small national capital in the Cloud Realm, he led a mundane life as a librarian, an identity as common as it could get.

Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had transformed into that of such a beautiful young man.

Though slightly frail and delicate, he was undoubtedly top-tier handsome.

Even the top male celebrities known for their looks in his past life couldn’t compare.

The only thing lacking was perhaps just the demeanor.

At this moment, however, Zong Shou felt no joy at all; instead, he felt only distress and helplessness.

It was as if a fish, once free to roam the vast ocean, suddenly found itself on land.

Around him, everything, apart from the deadly strangeness and the stifling feeling, also filled him with surprise, amazement, and a sense of fear and loneliness.

Not willing to give up, Zong Shou pinched his cheeks forcefully, only to feel a surge of pain, naturally finding no traces of cosmetic surgery on his face.

“—There’s a sense of pain; could it be that I am not dreaming?

But who am I now, and where is this eerie place?”

‘Zong Shou,’ that is the name of the body he occupied now.

In his previous life, he had another name, but placed in this situation now, it held no meaning for him.

Mumbling to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, his chest filled with despair, having thoroughly given up on any idea of returning or ‘waking from a dream.’

Actually, he had switched to this body a few days ago.

Almost every time he awoke from sleep, he would repeat the movements he had just done.

Today was already the seventh day.

Looking at the interior of the carriage, it seemed to belong to ancient times, yet it was also not quite right.

Pulling aside the curtain, he saw outside vast, endless green fields that were refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

The air was also fresh and crisp, completely devoid of the murkiness of his era.

Beneath him, the carriage had wheels, but it was floating three feet above the ground.

The sixteen horses with single horns in front also treaded through the air, able to move up and down.

Hence, although the carriage was massive, just the cabin itself was about forty square meters, but regardless of the complex terrain, it moved as if on flat ground.

At this moment, no one was controlling the carriage upfront; it just rushed straight ahead, speeding into the distance.

The slash and sword marks on the sides of the carriage also drew significant attention.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed on the velvet-cushioned couch.

The horses were domesticated spiritual beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.

However, to his knowledge, these two things had only appeared in the Cloud Realm more than twelve thousand years ago, surely ancient antiques by now.

Then with a slight thought, a series of fragmented memories surfaced in his mind.

All were disjointed and incomplete.

Among them were many texts and quite a few faces.

At times he was practicing martial arts, at other times he was reading books.

He had seen life-and-death struggles, and witnessed people flying through the sky and burrowing through the earth.

There was also a majestic mountain piercing the heavens, and an unimaginably large academy that occupied most of an island in a lake.

It all felt both foreign and familiar, with a vague sense of fear.

It was an extremely complex and strange state of mind.

In the deepest part of his mind, the only intact memory showed countless mysterious texts combined into a complete book.

These words were very familiar to him; he could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.

During his student days, he had studied them extensively and even published specialized papers on them.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique, and this Demon Language.

Could it be that this place, really is from over ten thousand years ago, the era when Martial Cultivators and Spirit Masters dominated?

The features in my memory shouldn’t be wrong——”

Thinking of the academy in his fragmented memories, where the Spirit Masters used telekinesis daily and various forms of spiritual energy, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, yet his face was completely bewildered.

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

In the future, private fights were forbidden in the Cloud Realm, and with the decline of spiritual energy in the world, only a few areas known as ‘Holy Lands’ had a denser presence.

Martial arts and telekinesis began to decline, giving way to the rise of various technologies with the emergence of machinery.

However, the people of Cloud Realm still inherited the ancestral trait of striving against heaven and earth, cultivating a spirit of perseverance and bravery.

Unable to practice martial arts normally, they could only seek solace in the virtual world of gaming.

The most famous of these was a virtual holographic network game called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to have invited all the existing martial arts masters of the age, along with hundreds of historical scholars, to perfectly reimagine the era of heroes ten thousand three hundred years ago, before the Divine Emperor ruled the world.

Martial arts and the practice of telekinesis, as well as all aspects of daily life, were reproduced to be almost real.