An Accident I

Lu Sheng slowly awakened from a haze of consciousness.

"Mm... where is this?" He looked around.

Earlier, in the Space-Time Vortex, he had flown straight toward the direction locked onto by the formation and soon encountered the first world rift floating in that direction.

Within the Space-Time Vortex, worlds mostly remained fixed in place and did not change much.

What changed was the vortex itself. Within it were passages connecting different worlds, but these passages had different entrances and exits at every moment, linking to different worlds.

The entrance and exit from one time would never be the same as the next.

That was the complexity of the Space-Time Vortex.

"But I clearly entered that rift. How did I suddenly pass out?" It had been far, far too long since Lu Sheng had last experienced fainting. Ever since his martial arts had reached a certain level, he had never again encountered such a dangerous situation as losing consciousness.

As he woke, he slowly sat upright and discovered that he was lying in the bedroom of an ancient residence that seemed steeped in history.

A thick grayish-white cotton quilt covered him. Plaster had peeled from the surrounding walls, exposing mottled gray-black beneath.

A window stood opposite the bed, and faint shouts drifted in from outside.

A set of blue-gray uniforms hung on the wall to his right. They looked like close-fitting attire uniformly worn by some ancient organization. Beside them hung a slender, long silver-gray sword.

Lu Sheng could clearly see a line of small words engraved on the scabbard: Leaf Mountain Sword Sect. The memories of this body instinctively recognized the script.

"Right, where are the rest of the memories?!" His brows drew together. This was the first time—his first time descending into a world—that he had failed to receive