Dominating Martial King
Chapter 228 - 228 191 Emperor's Secret Technique

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“It seems I’ve really crossed over—”

Inside the luxuriously decorated carriage, Zong Shou gazed emotionlessly at the round mirror in front of him.

The reflection in the mirror clearly showed a youth who hadn’t reached adulthood.

About thirteen years old with a pale complexion, but those facial features were exceptionally handsome, exquisitely breathtaking.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes were shining brilliantly.

However, at this moment they held a hint of bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he was still a man with an exceedingly ordinary face, the kind that would never stand out in a crowd.

He worked as a librarian in a small nation within Cloud Realm, living a life of mediocrity and idleness, with the most common of identities.

Unexpectedly, upon waking from a dream, he found himself in the body of such a handsome young man.

Although a bit frail and sickly, his looks were undeniably exquisite.

Even the top male stars known for their good looks in his former life couldn’t compare to him.

If there was something lacking, it was only his demeanor.

But at the moment, Zong Shou didn’t feel the slightest bit of joy, only a sense of anxiety and helplessness.

It was as if he was a fish that had been freely swimming in the sea and suddenly found himself on dry land.

All around him, aside from the suffocating strangeness and the shock and wonder, there was an overwhelming sense of fear and loneliness.

Reluctant to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face forcefully and immediately felt a surge of pain.

Naturally, there were no traces of cosmetic surgery on his face.

“—There is pain, so it can’t be a dream.

But what is my identity now?

And this place, where am I?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name of the body’s memories that he now possessed.

He had another name in his previous life, but in this time and place, that name was meaningless to him.

Murmuring to himself, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His heart was filled with despair, having completely given up on any hope of returning or ‘waking up’ from this dream.

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

Almost every time he woke up from sleep, he would repeat the actions he had just done.

Today was the seventh day.

Looking at the interior design of the carriage, it seemed to be from ancient times, but not quite.

When he drew back the curtains, he saw an endless expanse of wilderness outside, vast and full of greenery that was refreshing to the eyes.

The air was also fresh and crisp, nothing like the polluted atmosphere of his era.

Looking down, he noticed that the carriage, though it had wheels, was suspended in midair, three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in the front moved through the air as if stepping on it, capable of fluctuating up and down.

Therefore, although the carriage was enormous, with just the cabin alone measuring forty square meters, it could navigate any kind of complex terrain with ease.

At the moment, no one was steering the carriage in front; it was rushing straight ahead and speeding into the distance.

The scars of sword cuts and blade marks on both sides of the carriage also drew significant attention.

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the velvet-covered soft couch.

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

To his knowledge, these two items only existed in Cloud Realm over twelve thousand years ago and should be ancient relics of the distant past.

Then, with a slight thought, a series of memory fragments surfaced in his mind.

All were fragmented and incomplete.

There were many characters and quite a few faces among them.

Sometimes he was practicing martial arts, sometimes studying.

He had witnessed life and death fights and seen people flying and burrowing through the earth.

There was also a massive mountain piercing the clouds and a school on an island in the middle of a lake so large it was unimaginable.

He felt both unfamiliar and acquainted with these memories, and vaguely, there was a sense of fear.

These feelings were compellingly strange and complex.

In the deepest part of his mind, the only memory that remained intact was of numerous mysterious characters combined together, forming a complete book.

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

During his student days, he had studied them quite extensively, even publishing specialized papers on the subject.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique, and this Demon Language.

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

The features in these memories should not be mistaken—”

Remembering the daily demonstrations of telekinesis and the various uses of spiritual energy by the Spirit Masters in the fragmented memories of the academy, Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was filled with bewilderment.

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

In later eras, Cloud Realm prohibited private fights, and with the spiritual energy of the world becoming weak, only certain special regions known as ‘Holy Lands’ had denser energy.

Martial arts and telekinesis began to decline, and as various machines surfaced, technology prospered.

However, the people of Cloud Realm still carried the genes of their ancestors who had struggled against the heavens and earth, nurturing their indomitable and fiercely competitive nature.

Unable to practice martial arts properly, they sought solace in virtual game worlds.

The most famous of these was a virtual holographic network game called “Divine Emperor.” It was said to have involved all of the contemporary surviving martial arts masters, as well as hundreds of historians, to recreate with complete accuracy the era of thirteen thousand years ago, just before the Divine Emperor emerged and heroes abounded.

The practice of martial arts and telekinesis, as well as the mundane realities of everyday living, were all made to be nearly true to life.