Séculos após a morte do Imperador Demônio, um jovem de cabelos pretos acordou em um quarto simples e de estilo tradicional. Seus olhos se abriram lentamente, revelando um olhar de confusão e pensamento profundo. Ele se sentou na cama, observando suas mãos com uma expressão de profunda introspecção, tentando entender sua nova realidade.

"Parece que a técnica realmente funcionou. A Técnica de Ressurreição da Alma que encontrei em um templo em ruínas, pertencente à antiga Seita Celestial... É incrível", refletiu Conan, um sorriso sutil aparecendo em seus lábios, um sinal de satisfação e alívio.

De repente, uma dor aguda perfurou sua mente, como se sua consciência estivesse sendo dilacerada. Ele agarrou sua cabeça, lutando contra a invasão das memórias do antigo dono. Seu nome era Connan Itharis, o mesmo de sua vida passada. Este Connan era um discípulo da Seita da Montanha Congelada, liderada pela Imperatriz do Gelo. No entanto, ele era conhecido por sua falta de talento e estava constantemente envolvido em brigas, sempre saindo ferido. Seus superiores o ignoravam, tratando-o como o "lixo" da seita.

Após absorver as memórias, Conan abriu os olhos e começou a planejar seus próximos passos com determinação renovada. A sala estava em completo silêncio, quebrado apenas pelo som de sua respiração profunda e controlada. A brisa noturna que entrava pela janela carregava o aroma fresco das árvores da montanha, proporcionando um contraste refrescante à tensão interna de Conan.

"A primeira coisa que preciso fazer é cultivar este corpo. Ele está cheio de impurezas e carece de uma base sólida de cultivo. No momento, sou apenas um pouco mais forte do que uma pessoa comum", pensou Conan, formulando um plano para o futuro com foco renovado.

Sentado de pernas cruzadas, ele começou a meditar, reunindo Qi em seu corpo. Conforme o Qi fluía, o ar ao redor dele parecia vibrar levemente, como se o ambiente respondesse à energia. Após horas de meditação, Conan emergiu coberto de suor e um líquido preto com um cheiro insuportável. Observando seu corpo criticamente, ele murmurou:

"Primeiro passo concluído. As impurezas eram muito piores do que eu imaginava... Agora, o corpo está purificado e pronto para o cultivo. Mas antes de qualquer coisa, preciso de um banho." Ele apertou o nariz, o cheiro nauseante do líquido misturado ao suor tornando a necessidade de um banho ainda mais urgente.

Conan foi até o rio próximo para se lavar. As águas claras refletiam o suave luar enquanto ele submergia, sentindo o frio penetrar em sua pele. O contato com a água parecia aliviar o peso do passado que ele carregava. Ele estava começando uma nova vida. Enquanto relaxava na corrente, Conan ponderou sobre o caminho de cultivo que seguiria. Em sua vida passada, o poder era o único objetivo, buscado a qualquer custo. Agora, ele tinha uma nova chance.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft melody coming from the other side of the river. Curious, he followed the sound and found its source. On the other side, a woman sat. Conan recognized her from the former Connan’s memories. She was Amara Lencastre, granddaughter of one of the sect’s elders, known for her beauty and strength. She ranked ninth on the list of the most powerful disciples of the Frozen Mountain Sect.

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Amara had a captivating presence. Her long, black hair with a bluish tint cascaded gently down her back. Her deep blue eyes shone like sapphires, and her skin, as white as snow, contrasted with the surrounding environment.

Upon seeing her, Conan decided to leave discreetly to avoid unnecessary trouble. Previously, he might have scorned someone of such fame, but now he understood the value of staying in the shadows. However, he did not realize he had already been noticed. Amara gave a faint smile and, pretending not to notice him, let him go in silence.

Back in his room, Conan resumed his meditation with renewed determination. He recalled a technique he had found in his past life, a rare treasure he could not use due to the restrictions requiring a body with an established cultivation base. At that time, it was too late. But now, with the body purified, he could finally pursue that path.

"The Celestial Dao Path... A path completely different from the one I followed in my previous life," Conan thought, feeling a surge of excitement within him. "A technique that promises to take me beyond this world, challenging heaven and earth, towards the pinnacle of all mortal and immortal beings."

With renewed determination, Conan settled into a meditative position once again. He began absorbing the Qi from the environment, filling his body with vital energy and initiating cultivation in the Celestial Dao Path. The air around him seemed to vibrate intensely as his strength solidified. After some time, Conan opened his eyes, feeling the power pulsating through his veins. Flexing his fists, he tested his new strength and smiled in satisfaction.

"Now I am at the sixth layer of the Foundation Realm," Conan murmured, proud of his initial progress.

He knew the journey would be long and arduous. The Foundation Realm was just the beginning. There were still many levels to ascend: Body Refinement, Qi Condensation, Core Formation, and many others. But he was in no hurry. The Celestial Dao was vast, and he had all eternity at his disposal. With each step, he drew closer to his final goal: to regain his power and live as he wished, without constraints.

After reflecting on his future plans, Conan realized that the night had advanced quickly, so he decided to rest and prepare for the next day. The following morning, Conan woke up and decided to explore the sect in search of anything that might aid his cultivation. After some time wandering, he encountered an obstacle in his path: Vincent Leminski, one of the sect’s disciples. Conan recognized him as someone who had tormented the previous owner of the body. They used to face off in duels that always resulted in Conan being injured and humiliated. But not this time; now he was the Demon Emperor Conan Itharis.

"What are you doing wandering around the sect, looking to be humiliated again, Itharis?" Vincent asked with a tone of mockery and disdain, his words laden with arrogance.

"I was just looking for a dog that barks but doesn’t bite to put in its place," Conan responded with a challenging tone.

"Is that a challenge?" Vincent asked, angered by being challenged by someone known as the weakest disciple of the sect.

"I didn’t think you were so dumb as to not understand a simple hint," Conan said with a sarcastic smile.

"Then let’s go. I’ll humiliate you as always, so you know your place," Vincent declared, his face flushed with rage.

After a while, Conan and Vincent stood facing each other in a duel area, surrounded by spectators who bet that Conan would be defeated as he had been in the past.

"Let’s begin. The only rule is that killing the opponent is not allowed," Vincent announced.

"Let’s make this more interesting. The winner takes all of the loser’s belongings," Conan proposed with a challenging smile.

"If you want to lose so badly, I won’t deny you that," Vincent replied, confident that he would win.

One of the disciples present was chosen as the referee and raised his hand, waiting for confirmation from both sides to start the duel. After receiving confirmations, he lowered his hand and began the fight.

At the start of the battle, Vincent advanced towards Conan with an open guard, expecting to surprise him. However, Conan saw the movement clearly and delivered a punch to Vincent’s stomach, causing him to gasp and stagger back a few steps. Enraged, Vincent attacked again, but Conan dodged and struck Vincent’s face, sending him crashing to the ground.

"What happened? Can’t even land a hit on me?" Conan taunted, with a defiant expression.

"Shut up!" Vincent shouted, charging at Conan with the intent to punch him in the face.

Conan dodged, moving his head to the side, and countered with a palm strike to Vincent’s abdomen, using all his strength. The impact made Vincent lose consciousness instantly, falling on his back unable to rise. Conan’s victory was decisive, leaving the spectators shocked and angry for having bet against him, thinking it would be an easy win.

De volta aos seus aposentos, Conan revisou seus ganhos do dia, que eram o suficiente para avançar várias camadas em seu cultivo ou até mesmo mudar de reino. Após verificar tudo, ele decidiu descansar e retomar seu cultivo no dia seguinte.