Chapter 1, The Half-Demon Sect Guardian

Amidst everything around, apart from the suffocating strangeness that is maddening and the astonishment it brings, there is also a profound sense of fear and loneliness

By the way, he remembered that in his previous life, his final consciousness was within the game "Divine Emperor"

It is not that Zong Shou's body is inherently weak; in fact, when it comes to strength, agility, and flexibility, he may even surpass the average person. Moreover, his bone structure and the five elemental spiritual roots should be classified as exceptional talent. It is merely that his physical strength, for reasons unknown, is surprisingly weak.

Moreover, if there are no surprises, both the paternal and maternal families should be of extraordinary lineage

Then, with a slight shift in thought, a series of memories began to surface in his mind

In my memory, this "Wuding Linghuang Jue" is accompanied by a set of "Wuding Shaquan" and a set of "Yulong Fengyun Bian", all of which can be regarded as exceptional martial arts techniques

Just as he was suffering from a headache, a sudden whistling sound came from outside the carriage. Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and turned to look out the window

So at this moment, are we truly in a game, or in a real era from thirteen thousand years ago

The horse is a refined beast that has been domesticated, and the chariot is a cloud-turning vehicle. However, to his knowledge, these two items only appeared in the Cloud Realm twelve thousand years ago, suggesting that they are ancient artifacts from a distant past

Therefore, although this vehicle is large, the cabin alone occupies a full forty square meters, yet it can traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground

This body of mine is truly inadequate. Even with just ordinary practice, I can barely sustain it for the duration of a tea break, and my stamina is even less than half that of an average person

The top-tier ultimate skill is surprisingly paired with a set of boxing techniques and a set of body movements. Possessing two types of advanced bloodlines, this identity is certainly not that of an ordinary person; it is likely that they are a descendant of some prominent family in the Cloud Realm. Could this clan be that of a noble family? The surname of the clan? Is it from the now-extinct Tianhu clan? This name somehow feels somewhat familiar. Right, and there are those two servants—

In my mind, almost instinctively, I recalled that mysterious and enchanting text from the depths of my memory

In later generations, the realm of clouds forbids private duels, and coupled with the decline of the spiritual energies of heaven and earth, only certain special regions known as "sacred lands" retain a relatively rich concentration. The practice of martial arts began to decline, and with the emergence of various machines, technology flourished.

However, after seven days of exploration, Zong Shou has already gained some insights. It should be due to the bloodline he possesses; as a half-demon, being of mixed human and fox heritage, he has such a handsome face, but it has also resulted in a rather frail constitution

At this moment, there is no one at the helm ahead, as the straight road rushes forward, speeding into the distance

The atmosphere is grand and imposing, moving neither hurriedly nor slowly, yet with each step, one can cover several zhang. The square and solid face is calm like water, revealing a hint of sorrow.

Just as in his previous life, every sword technique and every step was executed with precision to the utmost degree, nearly achieving perfection

This action is by no means merely a result of boredom, but rather a pure sense of unease. The state of the world, as well as his own circumstances, instills in him a feeling of urgent crisis. He is eager to acquire some strength, at the very least to possess the ability to protect his own life

Not long ago, I distinctly remember being an utterly ordinary face, the kind that could not be found in a crowd. I served as a librarian in the capital of a small country in the Cloud Realm, merely passing time and waiting for death, with an identity that was as common as it could be.

As for the four characters "Wuding Linghuang," Zongshou felt that he seemed to have heard them before, yet he could not recall their source

In his previous life, for the sake of that game, he cultivated and researched all the foundational skills of martial artists and literature to the level of a master. In the entire Cloud Realm, there were only about a thousand individuals who achieved such a feat.

The Uncertain Spirit Emperor's Art, and this demonic script. Could it be that this place truly belongs to the era over ten thousand years ago when martial cultivators and spirit masters reigned supreme? The characteristics in my memory should not be mistaken

When that intensely focused attention finally disperses, one can immediately feel a pain throughout the body, in the muscles and bones, in the limbs and internal organs, as if being scorched by flames.

In the realm of the Seven Emperors, one person wielding a sword fought against the multitude. However, at the final moment, a surge of electricity coursed through their body, causing them to lose all consciousness

Muttering a few words to himself, Zong Shou sighed and averted his gaze. His heart was filled with despair, and he had completely given up on the idea of returning or "waking from the dream".

It is as if a fish, originally free and living freely in the vast ocean, suddenly finds itself on the surface of the land

The footwork advances and retreats, shifting in coordination with the body, causing the sword light to shine brilliantly within this moderately sized carriage

Zong Shou felt a wave of dizziness, collapsing onto the soft couch upholstered with velvet.

The characteristics of this human lineage are still unclear. However, the bloodline of this demon race is clearly that of the Seven-Tailed Celestial Fox. In the entire Cloud Realm, there are likely no more than a hundred individuals with such a bloodline! If one side could overpower the other, it would be acceptable, but they are instead at a stalemate. In this Cloud Realm, regardless of the era, almost everyone practices martial arts. Even a mere underage youth can often open a meridian. Unremarkable commoners can also possess impressive martial skills. It is rare to find a body like mine, devoid of any internal energy, utterly lacking in strength.

Recalling the academy in the fragmented memories, the various incantations performed daily by the spirit masters, as well as the diverse spiritual energies. The corners of Zong Shou's lips involuntarily twitched, yet his face was filled with a look of bewilderment

In the luxurious and exquisite carriage adorned with decorations, Zong Shou stared expressionlessly at a round mirror before him

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his own face with force, immediately feeling a sharp pain. Naturally, he did not notice any signs of cosmetic surgery on his face

All is fragmented and incomplete. Among them are many characters and numerous faces. At times engaged in martial arts, at other times immersed in reading. Having witnessed life-and-death struggles, I have also seen people soar into the sky and vanish into the earth. Furthermore, there stands a towering giant mountain that pierces the clouds, and an academy so vast that it occupies more than half of the island in the lake.

Among them, the most renowned is a virtual holographic online game named "Divine Emperor." It is said to have invited all contemporary martial arts masters and hundreds of historians. The game fully recreates the era of heroes that existed thirteen thousand years ago, before the arrival of the Divine Emperor. Martial arts and mental cultivation, as well as daily life aspects such as food, clothing, and shelter, all approach reality.

However, the people of the Cloud Realm are ultimately characterized by the indomitable spirit and the fierce courage cultivated through the struggles of their ancestors against heaven and earth

If one looks further down, one can discover that this carriage, although it has wheels, is suspended in mid-air, three feet above the ground. The sixteen horned horses in front, each with a single horn on their foreheads, also walk through the air, rising and falling with even greater ease.

Recalling the seven days spent together, at this moment, the two who have temporarily parted ways, Zong Shou could not help but feel another wave of dizziness.

In fact, he has been in this body for several days now. Almost every time he wakes from sleep, he repeats the actions from before. And today marks the seventh day.

The image in the mirror clearly depicts a boy who has not yet reached adulthood. Approximately thirteen years old, his complexion is pale, yet his features are exceptionally handsome and exquisitely refined

It is probably true that I have traveled through time

The knife marks and sword wounds on both sides of the carriage are also of great concern.

Reflecting on the world within that game, it has become a reality. To find oneself amidst it is truly astonishing.

What is even more frustrating is that the fundamental internal skills cannot be cultivated at all

However, after merely practicing this basic swordsmanship for a quarter of an hour, Zong Shou was already panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat from head to toe

Upon seeing the attendant Zong Shouwang in the car, the woman immediately raised her head and smiled sweetly. Her appearance was delicate, with features as picturesque as a painting, and on either side of her head, there were a pair of exceedingly adorable white cat ears. She was one of the two servants he had after awakening in this world, Su Chuxue

Lying on the soft couch, Zong Shou's thoughts, which he had forcibly suppressed, surged back once again.

"Zong Shou" is the name from the memories of his current body. In his previous life, he had another name; however, in this present time and place, that holds no significance for him

The principles of swordsmanship and transformation have all been mastered. What he needs to do at this moment is simply to ensure that this body firmly remembers, becoming his instinct.

Unable to properly cultivate martial skills, one can only seek solace in the virtual game world

I can feel pain, so I must not be dreaming? But what exactly is my identity now? And where is this cursed place?

Behind him followed a robust man, the driver of the carriage, named Yin Yang. He stood a towering nine feet tall, with muscles that bulged like iron castings.

It feels both unfamiliar and familiar, accompanied by a vague sense of fear. This emotion is indeed exceedingly complex and peculiar

He has encountered similar scenes before, but only in games

A woman dressed in a colorful skirt was seen soaring towards us. Although she was walking, her speed surpassed that of sixteen galloping horses. Moreover, in her delicate hands, she was holding a massive beast carcass

A pair of elongated phoenix eyes, shimmering with brilliance. However, at this moment, there is a hint of bitterness and helplessness within them

Until the last remnants of strength in his body were completely exhausted, Zong Shou finally halted the sword light and sat on the couch, panting heavily

Yet the figure illuminated by the sword light inevitably appeared somewhat distorted. It was solely due to his innate, unyielding belief in never giving up that he managed to hold on, preventing himself from collapsing to the ground

Yet unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, my body has transformed into that of a remarkably handsome man. Although somewhat sickly and delicate in appearance, he is undoubtedly a paragon of beauty. Even in my previous life, those top male stars renowned for their good looks could not compare. If there is anything lacking, it is merely the aura.

In this carriage, there was nothing to do anyway. Zong Shou then took out a blue steel sword, approximately three feet long, and began practicing swordsmanship in the relatively spacious carriage.

Given the extraordinary nature of those two individuals, it is likely that the status of "self" is far beyond his imagination

The decorative style within this carriage appears to be from ancient times, yet it is also somewhat ambiguous.

At this moment, however, Zong Shou felt not a trace of joy, but rather a sense of sorrow and helplessness

Finally, in the deepest recesses of the mind, there remains a single memory that is still intact. Countless mysterious characters are combined in one place, forming a complete book.

As I drew back the curtains, I beheld vast expanses of open fields outside, stretching endlessly, lush and vibrant, bringing a sense of ease to the heart. The air was also fresh and invigorating, devoid of any trace of the murkiness of his era

A wave of dizziness swept over him again, and Zong Shou simply set everything aside, no longer thinking about it

When I awoke again, I had already changed into another body. Everything before me was no longer that familiar world.

He is extremely familiar with these characters, to the extent that it can be said he knows them like the back of his hand. Even during his student years, he conducted considerable research and even published specialized papers.