Golden light pierced Cheon Minjun’s forehead, causing his eyes to turn white, and his body and soul to go numb.

His eyes opened wide, as if tormented, turning completely white.

"I… I can't let it end like this."

"To hell with the myth of power... I’ll seize it with my own hands."

"To hell with this power, no one will ever control me. Not the arrogant Heavenly Demon, nor anyone else."

He screamed inwardly, resisting the light that enveloped his soul.

*Crack.*

*Crack.*

The sound of space shattering echoed, and the figure behind the Origin Qi smiled in satisfaction.

"Yes… This is how you should behave, you ambitious human."

"It seems my task in this realm will soon come to an end."

"Heavenly Dao, the child you mentioned in the secret of the heavens truly surprises this old man," said the figure behind the Origin Qi, his tone cautious yet relieved.

...

...

In a grand chamber, a young man’s hands moved erratically.

He screamed silently, his voice trapped in his throat, as the tortured soul within him began to reveal its true divinity.

The energy radiating from him was enough to nourish a forest for a thousand years and flood a desert in an instant.

“What is happening?!”

The sudden shout of a young man who had been deeply asleep resonated through the room.

Startled by the loud scream, a young woman working as a servant outside the chamber rushed in to check on him.

What she saw was her master’s terrifying gaze, surrounded by a menacing aura.

She found herself short of breath, made worse by the fact that her young master had never practiced martial arts, leaving her confused as to where this overwhelming energy had come from.

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In a shaky voice, she spoke, “Y-Young Master, what is happening?”

Unable to lift her head to meet his gaze, the servant knelt in fear.

The killing intent was so overwhelming that even she, a Master-level martial artist, was choking on it.

The young man merely stared at the woman kneeling before him with a vacant expression, as if looking at a corpse, showing no interest whatsoever.

He rose from his bed and swiftly grabbed the servant by the throat before she could react.

“Ahhh. Y-Young Master… P-Please forgive me for my insolence,” the servant gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

“Where am I?” The voice was his, but it had become unfamiliar.

“T-This is the city of Gimseong, a branch city of the great Shin family,” the servant choked out.

Upon hearing the woman’s words, he began to piece things together. Shin…

The young man released his grip on her throat and spoke, “Bring me a mirror.”

Clutching her bruised neck, the servant hurried out of the room, returning moments later with a mirror.

...

...

“Very well, you may leave,” the young man said.

“T-Thank you for your kindness, Young Master. I shall take my leave at once,” she stammered, and quickly left the room.

The young man stared into the mirror, his expression a mix of shock and bewilderment.

“Who is this person...?” he thought to himself.

He sat down at the table, deep in thought.

“Have I reincarnated into this man’s body? That’s the only explanation.”

“But I remember being trapped for so long after destroying the golden light…”

Frowning, he stood up to get some fresh air.

As he stepped out of his room, the servants nearby immediately bowed, greeting him in unison, “Fifth Young Master,” their fists clenched.

He simply nodded and glanced at the servant girl he had choked earlier.

She trembled uncontrollably, clutching her hands like a frightened rabbit, her fear palpable.

The young man walked towards her, his steps firm, causing her to tremble even more, as if her death had already been sealed.

"You. What is your name?" he asked.

“Greetings, Fifth Young Master. This lowly servant’s name is Tang Jin,” she replied, her head still bowed.

The young man smiled gently, like a spring breeze, and said, "Very well, Tang Jin. Show me around the manor."

The servant girl was taken aback, as though she had been blessed by a goddess of fortune.

...

...

In a large garden, the young man and the servant girl walked together, engaging in idle conversation.

“Can you show me where the family library is?” the young man asked.

“I-I will lead the way,” Tang Jin responded promptly, not wanting to experience anything frightening again. Without hesitation, she guided her master to the family’s library.

“Thank you for accompanying me, Tang Jin,” the young man said, his smile so dazzling that it made her blush.

“N-No problem, Young Master. I’m grateful for this time,” she replied, her voice nervous.

“Very well, you may go,” he said.

“Th-Thank you, Young Master. This lowly servant will take her leave,” she responded, bowing before quickly departing.

The young man’s smile vanished the moment she left.

He made his way through the mansion’s library, easily navigating the place as everyone recognized him.

As he walked towards the central archives, he mulled over their earlier conversations.

"My name is no longer Cheon Minjun. It has now become Shin Jeong-woon."

"The fifth young master of the renowned martial arts clan, the Shin family."

“No matter what, I’ll find what I seek in these archives,” he muttered to himself, stroking his chin as he ascended to the library’s second floor.