Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

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"Your talent is ordinary, your aptitude is average, and you've missed the best opportunity to learn martial arts. Looking across the martial arts world, someone like you will never make any waves in your entire life."

“However,” she changed the subject, “even the most foolish have their merits.”

"One's will is firm and unyielding, and one's mind is not disturbed by a myriad of thoughts."

"You may be clumsy, but you don't waver. You may be weak, but you don't back down."

She looked at Zhang Yang, and there seemed to be a hint of something in her eyes...

Zhang Yang couldn't say for sure what it was.

Perhaps it's approval?

"Therefore, with just a favorable wind, you can still cross the Dragon Gate and ascend to the heavens."

The room was quiet for a while.

Li Sushang couldn't help but ask, "Master, where is that gentle breeze?"

Cheng Ling Shuang shook her head: "I don't know."

"Everyone's favorable winds are different. Some people encounter benefactors, some encounter opportunities, and some are reborn from desperate situations. What their favorable winds are, they themselves don't know, and neither do I."

Cheng Ling Shuang paused for a moment: "Perhaps he will never encounter that gust of wind in his entire life."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Li Sushang: "..."

Li Sushang puffed out her cheeks: "Master, that's too harsh! It's like you said nothing at all!"

Cheng Ling Shuang wasn't annoyed; she just glanced at her indifferently and said, "You should worry about yourself first."

Li Sushang was taken aback.

Your mind is too chaotic.

Cheng Ling Shuang stood up and put away the medicine bowl: "For the past three days, you've been staring blankly at the Xuanyuan Sword, without even attempting to draw it once. Was it because you were afraid, or unwilling?"

"When the mind is in turmoil, the sword will be in turmoil; when the sword is in turmoil, the person will die. The resonance between you and the Xuanyuan Sword requires you to calm your mind and feel it."

Cheng Ling Shuang walked to the door and glanced back at her.

"Continue to test your skills on the road. Zhang Yang is the same. The six fist techniques are just for show. What you really need to practice is actual combat."

Zhang Yang nodded: "Understood."

Cheng Ling Shuang pushed open the door and went out.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Li Sushang sat in a chair, hugging her knees with both hands, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhang Yang looked at her profile, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Su Chang".

"What's going on? Is the man who's enjoying the skin-to-skin contact of your aloof master the one who's building a harem?"

"What a long prefix!" Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment, but he still got down to business: "Could you lend me your Xuanyuan Sword for one night?"

Li Sushang looked up, stunned for a moment: "What do you want the Xuanyuan Sword for?"

"I just...want to take a look."

Zhang Yang didn't know how to explain it either.

You can't exactly say, "I come from a place called Earth, where there's a game called Honkai Impact 3rd, which contains the complete character settings for all of you, including the sword in your hand."

He could only vaguely say, "I just felt that this sword was very special and wanted to examine it closely."

Li Sushang looked at him, tilted her head, and after a moment, took the Xuanyuan Sword from her waist and handed it over: "Alright, it can't understand me anyway. If you can get it to listen to you, I'll thank you."

Zhang Yang took the sword, and it felt heavy in his hand.

Thanks.

"You're welcome."

Li Sushang stood up and stretched: "I'm going back to my room. See you tomorrow morning."

See you tomorrow morning.

After she left, Zhang Yang sat alone in the room, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.

The white cloth was untied.

The ancient-looking sword blade was revealed.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and placed the sword horizontally on his lap.

Then, he began to recall.

He has played Honkai Impact 3.

Although he stopped watching after the first movie, he still remembers many things.

For example, the setting of Xuan-Yuan Sword.

A Divine Key weapon made from the core of the Tenth Herrscher.

The Tenth Law Master – The Law Master of a Thousand People.

Unlike other Herrschers, the Tenth Herrscher's core has a distributed characteristic of infinite splitting.

Therefore, humanity used this as the core to create nearly a thousand mass-produced Divine Keys—Keys of Domination.

Each Key of Domination has different abilities, yet they are all interconnected.

Similar to the concept of "cloud computing" in the real world.

The Xuanyuan Sword is made of Soul Steel.

A special metal composed of nanorobots can change shape and conduct Honkai energy.

Zhang Yang's thoughts stopped, and he felt something swirling in his mind, like a moth in the dark, fluttering its wings, right within reach.

But I just can't catch it.

Soul Steel...

A thousand lawyers...

Distributed core...

cloud computing……

There seems to be a line connecting these things.

An invisible line.

The core of the Key of Domination in the pre-civilization era was infinite division, while the Herrscher of Domination in the current civilization is the Herrscher of Domination. The difference between the two seems to be two extremes, but in the setting, the "Cocoon of the End" was invaded, and the Herrscher of Domination in the two eras should have similar powers...

No.

wrong.

right?

What was it again...?

Zhang Yang frowned, staring at the sword. The dark gold blade gleamed faintly in the candlelight, and the patterns seemed to come alive, flowing slightly in his field of vision.

He suddenly felt a little sleepy.

It felt like something was pulling him down.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

The candlelight grew dimmer and dimmer.

Zhang Yang leaned against the edge of the bed, still holding his sword in his hand, half asleep.

Then, I had a dream.

There is a mountain in my dream.

There is water at the foot of the mountain, and clouds above the mountain.

A woman stood on the mountaintop, her back to him.

She was wearing a white robe, and her long hair was flying in the wind.

He was holding a sword.

Zhang Yang couldn't see the sword clearly, but he inexplicably felt that it was the Xuanyuan Sword.

The woman turned around; her face was blurry, as if seen through a layer of mist.

And then...

he died.

Zhang Yang came to his senses and found himself in a new space.

There is no up or down, no left or right, no color.

He paused for two seconds, then sighed.

"Died again."

He is familiar with this process.

After being hit by a truck last time, I woke up in this same place.

Last time, he was thrown into World Two before he even had a chance to figure out what was going on. This time, he's a "regular customer" and his mindset is much more stable.

—Bullshit!

"How did I die again?!" Zhang Yang shouted into the empty space. "At least last time I was hit by a truck, but this time? A dream killed me? What kind of death is it to kill someone in a dream?"

No one answered him.

The space was quiet, with only his echo gradually dissipating in the gray fog.

Zhang Yang rubbed his temples, forcing himself to calm down.

"..."

After a long silence, Zhang Yang finally understood.

"The Record of Broken Swords in China, Broken Swords... So this is what a broken sword looks like..."

Chapter Eighteen: The Unofficial History Was Actually True

Although there are speculations, they are meaningless.

Fine.

Once someone is dead, they are dead.

Anyway, he has figured out the mechanism of this space travel.

If you die, you will return here, and then you can choose a new door to go to a new world.