Even if one is a peerless master, what does it matter? When facing the superpowers of the three great sects, in the end, one is still powerless and unable to make a difference alone!

In an extremely intense explosion, the entire mountain was instantly reduced to dust.

Boulders shattered the clouds, and dust billowed up to the sky.

A lingering chant echoed in midair.

“No regrets for a life of hardship,

Only hate that I lack the strength to slay the wicked;

If in the next life I may wield my sword again,

I will slaughter all evil and laugh at the heavens!”

Amidst a haze of mist, an old man in white gazed at the chaotic stones flying skyward before him, his face gloomy as he muttered, “Although you have discovered it, you no longer have any chance... and you will never know the real truth...”

He let out a cold laugh and murmured, “If in the next life I may wield my sword again, I will slaughter all evil and laugh at the heavens... Laughable, Monarch, but unfortunately, there is no next life!”

“Withdraw!” With a wave of his wide sleeve, everyone retreated and turned to leave.

No one noticed that at the very moment Ethan Brooks was smashed to pieces, a faint purple light flashed across the sky.

A howling wind swept all the smoke and dust away, leaving only a plain strewn with rubble. The original mountain had vanished without a trace.

Only in the air, a faint, lingering voice echoed low.

“If in the next life I may wield my sword again, I will slaughter all evil and laugh at the heavens...”

……

Suddenly, Ethan Brooks felt himself “wake up.”

His whole body ached terribly, but he had no time to care about the pain—his heart was filled only with endless confusion!

“What’s going on? Wasn’t I fighting the three great sects? Didn’t I die? My body destroyed, my soul scattered—facing that annihilating blow, how could I possibly have survived...” He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a luxurious room. He could feel that he was lying on a soft bed...

I’m not dead?

After suffering such an attack, with no power to resist, I should have been smashed to pieces—how could I possibly be alive?

Ethan Brooks couldn’t help scratching his head. Oh, I still have a body... Wait!

Ethan Brooks brought his hand before his eyes, staring wide-eyed.

A pair of tender, fair hands, slender fingers—prettier and more delicate than a young lady’s...

“These aren’t my hands!” Ethan Brooks stared blankly at the hands before him, not reacting for a long time.

The next moment, he rolled out of bed, grabbed the bronze mirror by the bedside, and held it up to his face—then let out a cry of shock.

In the mirror was a stranger’s youthful face. At most fifteen or sixteen years old, pale complexion, sword-like brows and starry eyes, very handsome, with rosy lips—so pretty he looked almost like a girl.

“Pretty...”

Ethan Brooks smacked his lips. It seems this word isn’t quite right for a man?

“Very handsome...” Looking himself over again, Ethan Brooks nodded. “Much better looking than my original face, but... what’s going on?”

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and a tidal wave of memories surged in. The impact was so great he nearly fainted.

Clutching his head and gasping for breath, it took a long time before he finished digesting these utterly unfamiliar memories.

“I understand now...”

Chapter 2: An Eccentric Person Must Have Eccentric Friends

Always calm and composed, Ethan Brooks was so shocked this time that his mouth fell open. He truly hadn’t expected something so bizarre and unimaginable to happen to him!

This body... actually belonged to someone else.

The place he was in now was the Hanyang Continent... Hmm, which was often referred to in his previous life’s Qingyun Heavenly Domain as... the mortal world?

But fortunately, although the body was someone else’s, it was still the body of “Ethan Brooks.”

Because the original owner of this body, by coincidence, was also called Ethan Brooks. He was the son of Nathan Brooks, the Northern General of the Chen Empire on the Hanyang Continent.

At this moment, he was in the General’s Mansion in Chenxing City, the capital of the Chen Empire.

And this unfortunate Young Master Ye, last night, had been drinking and carousing all night at a brothel with a few other playboys, and upon returning home, was suddenly struck with severe abdominal pain and died.

And Monarch Xiao Ethan Brooks, at that very moment, with a sliver of true spirit remaining, by some strange coincidence, entered his body.

“I basically understand the situation now... No, I still don’t understand...” Ethan Brooks frowned, rubbing his temples. “I was clearly already dead, my soul scattered, absolutely no chance of survival—how could I not be dead, and even end up in this body? Unimaginable...”

With all his experience, he still couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Because such a thing should be absolutely impossible... Yet now, it had truly happened to him.

“But, as long as I’m alive, there’s hope... As long as I cultivate properly, with my experience honed through countless trials, I believe it won’t be long before I, Ethan Brooks, will once again become the peak Monarch Xiao of my previous life! Three great sects, just you wait—I will definitely return!”

Ethan Brooks gritted his teeth, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Those guys threw everything they had at him, finally reducing him to dust, but they could never have imagined that the Monarch Xiao they thought was utterly destroyed—body and soul—was, at this very moment, still alive, right?