Dominating Martial King
Chapter 219 - 219 189 Don't Touch

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“It seems I really have transmigrated—”

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

The reflection showed a boy not yet of age, about thirteen, with a pale complexion but strikingly handsome, extremely refined features.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, shimmering with light.

However, there was a bitterness and reluctance within them at the moment.

He remembered that not long ago, his face was utterly ordinary, the kind that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd at all.

He had been working as a librarian in a small nation’s capital within Cloud Realm, living an utterly mundane existence.

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

Though he seemed a bit sickly and frail, his looks were undeniably top-notch.

Even the top male stars known for their looks in his previous life could not compare.

If anything was lacking, it was just his demeanor.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but rather a sense of sorrow and helplessness.

It was as if he had been a fish, freely swimming in the ocean, suddenly finding himself on dry land.

Everything around him brought a stifling strangeness and surprising astonishment that also mingled with feelings of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to accept this, Zong Shou pinched his cheek hard, only to feel a burst of pain.

Naturally, he found no traces of cosmetic surgery on his face.

“—There’s pain, could this not be a dream?

But now, what exactly is my identity?

And this place, where is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name in the memories of this body he currently inhabited.

In his previous life, he had another name; however, given his current circumstances, that name was meaningless.

Muttering to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away, his chest filled with despair.

He had completely given up on any thoughts of return or ‘waking from this dream.’

In fact, he had been in this body for several days already.

Almost every time he woke from sleep, he would repeat the actions he just performed.

Today was already the seventh day.

Based on the decor inside the carriage, it seemed to be ancient times, yet there was something off about it.

Parting the curtains, he saw outside vast expanses of green fields, stretching endlessly, the scenery refreshing and the air crisp and clean, untainted by the pollution of his era.

Peering further down, he noticed that the carriage, despite having wheels, was suspended three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses pulling it were also treading in the air, able to ascend and descend.

Due to this, the carriage, though bulky with just the compartment itself spanning forty square meters, could traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.

At this moment, the front was unmanned, the carriage rushing straight ahead, speeding into the distance.

The blade scars and sword marks on the sides of the carriage were also particularly concerning.

Zong Shou suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed on the velvet-cushioned soft couch.

The horses were domesticated Spiritual Beasts, and the cart was a Cloud Flipping Chariot.

But as far as he knew, both of these items had only appeared in Cloud Realm over twelve thousand years ago and were considered ancient relics of the past.

Then with a slight thought, a series of memory images began to emerge in his mind.

They were all fragmented and incomplete.

There were many characters and numerous faces.

Sometimes he was practicing Martial Arts, other times reading.

He had witnessed life-and-death struggles and seen people fly through the sky.

Additionally, there was a towering mountain that pierced the heavens and a school on a large island that occupied almost half the lake.

It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and there was also a vague sense of fear.

This mix of emotions was incomprehensibly strange and complex.

At the very depths of his mind, the only memory that remained intact was of countless mysterious characters combined together to form a complete book.

These characters were extremely familiar to him, he could even say he knew them like the back of his hand.

In his school days, he had done extensive research on them and even published specialized papers.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique, and this Demon Language.

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

These characteristics in my memory should be correct—”

Thinking of the Spirit Masters in the fragmented memories of the school, performing Telekinesis daily and various Spiritual Energies, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of confusion.

He had seen similar scenes before but only in games.

In later eras in Cloud Realm, private duels were forbidden and the natural Spiritual Energy was weak, only certain areas known as ‘Holy Lands’ had denser energy.

Martial Arts and Telekinesis began to decline as various types of machinery appeared, leading to a technological boom.

However, the people of Cloud Realm still inherited the genes of their ancestors, who contested with nature, cultivating a persistent, brave, and fierce spirit.

Unable to cultivate Martial Arts normally, they could only seek solace in the virtual world of games.

The most famous of these was a virtual holographic network game called “Divine Emperor”.

It was said to have invited all existing renowned Martial Arts experts and hundreds of historians to accurately recreate the heroic era thirteen thousand years before the Divine Emperor came to the world.

Martial Arts and Telekinesis cultivation, including all aspects of daily life, were made as realistic as possible.