"Pain!"
"Too painful!"
Roger clutched his head and struggled to sit up, opening eyelids as heavy as lead, but what he saw was not his familiar bedroom, but an entirely unfamiliar stone house.
"Roger, you're finally awake." A booming voice rang out. Although Roger had never heard this language before, he unexpectedly and directly understood it.
Just as he wanted to reply, Roger was once again overwhelmed by a sudden surge of memories rushing through his consciousness...
"Thump!"
He fell straight down.
"Sigh, I've told you that when godly experts fight, we of the Sanctuary should stay far away. You just wouldn't listen, and now look, a mere aftermath shook you up like this..."
The man wearing earth-yellow robes shook his head, then continued sitting nearby, waiting for Roger to wake up.
I do not know how long had passed.
Within the space of consciousness.
Roger finally regained consciousness.
"I actually transmigrated to the Coiling Dragon World, and it looks like I transmigrated into my own parallel-universe self."
Having absorbed the memories, Roger now understood his current predicament.
He.
A noble native of the Netherworld.
Yet merely at the Sanctuary realm...
And this Sanctuary status was only because he was born in the Netherworld, naturally comprehending the momentum of heaven and earth after reaching adulthood, thus achieving the Sanctuary level.
As for the laws?
He didn't understand a single shred of them...
"Damn it!"
"To actually transmigrated into a blank-slate Sanctuary." Roger felt very distressed.
It was not just because he found himself in the dangerous Netherworld while only being a Sanctuary.
He belonged to that kind of talent who could die at any moment.
More importantly.
His parents, who were two Lowgods within the tribe.
Had died in battle several years ago during an invasion by a hostile tribe.
This made Roger's situation even more precarious.
"Sigh, since I've already transmigrated and my situation is still this miserable, they really ought to give me a Gold-finger as consolation."
After digesting his memories and that meager bit of comprehension regarding the realm of "momentum," Roger began checking himself.
Although he was a blank-slate Sanctuary, he was still a Sanctuary after all.
Introspecting his own soul ocean was still not a problem.
As his soul power penetrated deep into his consciousness, Roger actually discovered something bizarre!
It was an extremely shattered jade disc-like fragment.
"Eh, isn't this the 'Fortune Jade Disc' I happened to pick up at an antique market back then, but how did it shatter into this state?"
After observing for a long time, Roger finally recognized it.
Wasn't this precisely the jade disc he had always carried around with him in the past?
Except that now, due to unknown reasons, it had shattered to about one-tenth of its original size.
"Could this jade disc have a formidable background?"
Roger began recalling everything about the jade disc from his past years.
Yet regretfully, he remembered nothing.
Recalling it many times, that complete Fortune Jade Disc in his impression had always been completely ordinary.
He was even occasionally mocked by friends for having poor taste.
Yet for some reason, the moment Roger first laid eyes on the jade disc, he had taken a liking to it.
A voice in the dark told him he must buy it.
Therefore, even though spending a few thousand yuan back then felt a bit like being ripped off, Roger still bought it without hesitation.
Until the time he stayed up late finishing a video game and woke up here once more...
"Forget it, to be able to make me appear in the Coiling Dragon World and hide deep within my consciousness, this jade disc is definitely extraordinary."
After observing for a long time without figuring out any use for this jade disc fragment, Roger finally chose to face reality.
He opened his eyes.
At this moment, this crude stone house no longer felt unfamiliar, completely overlapping with the image in his memories.
"Roger, you brat wouldn't be passing out again, would you?"
The familiar booming voice from his memories rang out once more.
"Haha, no I won't." Roger sat up, looking at the sturdy, rugged-looking youth sitting opposite him, dressed in earth-yellow robes.
"That's right, Allen, how long have I been unconscious?" Roger asked.
The sturdy youth's full name was Lei Allen; their parents had been close friends, and the two of them had grown up together since childhood, so he simply called him Allen.
"You've been unconscious for a full two and a half days." Allen said petulantly, "How many times have I told you, no matter how much you want to comprehend the laws, you still have to take it step by step. When godly experts are sparring, you can't get that close."
"Mm-mm, next time for sure."
Seeing Allen's nervous expression, warmth welled up in Roger's heart.
Allen's parents had also died in battle during the previous tribal conflict, only Allen was slightly older and had already entered the Earth Element Profound Mysteries within the Laws of Earth, possessing strength far greater than Roger's.
Over these past few years within the tribe, it was entirely thanks to Allen's help and support.
Otherwise, Roger's situation would have been even worse.
"Sigh, I won't lecture you anymore. I fully understand your desire to become stronger, but on the path of cultivation, what matters is letting nature take its course. Many times, you cannot force it."
Allen might have looked rugged and stern on the outside, but once he opened his chatterbox, he was endless... keeping Roger talking for the better part of the day.
At first Roger answered earnestly, but toward the end there was only "Mm-mm... what you say is right... mm-mm-mm..."
"Alright, that's enough for today. Get some rest properly. When dawn breaks, we still have to go herd the Fire Spirit Rhinoceroses. You sure have it cozy, lying in bed for over two days while I've been handling everything."
With that, Allen returned to his own stone house nearby.
Watching Allen leave, the room fell completely quiet.
Roger got up and opened the window.
At this moment, outside was the depth of night.
Blood-red moonlight spilled across the earth.
Dyeing the ground a pale red.
Smelling the rich elemental aura in the air.
As well as the jade disc fragment resting quietly deep within his consciousness.
Roger finally knew that he had truly transmigrated.
"I wonder what the timeline is right now, whether the Four Divine Beasts have fallen, and whether Linley has been born."
Returning to the stone bed to lie down, Roger began sorting through the timeline of Coiling Dragon. As his favorite novel, Roger had read Coiling Dragon many times.
Many plots and details within it could be spoken of off the top of his head, and he often debated plots and settings with fellow readers online who also loved Coiling Dragon.
Arguing over just how strong Willpower was... whether gods could truly defy and kill Sovereigns...
Those arguments never yielded a result, yet Roger had truly transmigrated into the Coiling Dragon World.
Roger racked his brain for half a day, turning over and organizing his decades of memories from this lifetime several times over.
Roger still failed to sort out the current timeline...
Aside from knowing that the place he currently lived in was a tribe called "Fire Rhinoceros."
The entire tribe primarily raised a kind of Sanctuary Magical Beast called the "Fire Rhinoceros," earning profits by selling their rhinoceros horns that dropped once every ten thousand years.
The strongest person within the tribe was a Midgod who cultivated the Laws of Wind, and besides that there were a dozen or so Lowgods and several thousand Sanctury practitioners.
As for the rest, Roger did not know.
Actually, this could not be blamed on Roger.
Given his strength and vision, the scope of his activities was only a matter of tens of thousands of kilometers around.
He had never even left the tribe, so how could he possibly know more information.
"Forget it, it's fine if I can't figure out the timeline for now. The most crucial thing right now is still cultivation!"
Roger's gaze turned resolute.
The Coiling Dragon World.
Although it was very friendly to lifespans, reaching the Sanctuary meant not having to worry about lifespan issues.
Yet in reality, within a Higher Plane such as the Netherworld.
There were far too many things for a Sanctuary to worry about.
Especially since there was no shortage of experts cultivating the Death Edict here.
Roger had to consider whether he might suddenly be grabbed by someone one day and refined on the spot...
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