In the mirror stood a young man whose facial features and appearance were exactly the same as his former self on Blue Star.

But his attire was that of ancient times.

A pure black long robe, with gold trim along the collar and cuffs, the edges adorned with simple yet imposing patterns, making him look full of authority.

The room he was in also exuded an ancient style.

If someone had taken advantage of his unconsciousness to change his clothes and move him into this room as a prank, then the unusual sense of power in his body would be hard to fake, right?

Moreover...

His reflection in the mirror showed that his pupils were faintly glowing with a black light.

What kind of cult leader am I supposed to be?

And what kind of world is this?

He composed himself and began to inspect the items in the room.

On the desk, he found a letter.

"The events have been made known to me. Proceed as originally planned."

Judging by the wording, it seemed to be an order this cult leader was preparing to send to someone else, but it hadn't been sent yet.

Logan Brooks kept searching and came to a row of bookshelves.

"Chronicles of Shenzhou"?

Logan Brooks opened the book and began to read.

This world was customarily called the Vast Land of Shenzhou.

Martial arts masters could move mountains and fill seas, soar through the skies and burrow into the earth.

Many years ago, the Vast Land of Shenzhou was a battleground of a hundred contending nations.

Now, there was the Great Xia Dynasty, the nominally unified imperial dynasty of Central Shenzhou.

Within the Great Xia Dynasty, there were many sacred martial lands and prestigious clans acting independently, like states within a state.

However, on the surface, everyone still acknowledged the Great Xia Dynasty as the ruler of the world.

Outside the Great Xia Dynasty, there was the Demonic Sect of the Southern Wastelands and the foreign tribes beyond the northern deserts.

Both north and south harbored ambitions to rule Central Shenzhou and dominate the world.

Fortunately, the number one sacred land in Shenzhou, the Sword Pavilion, stood guard to defend the heartland, and most of the time acted in concert with the Great Xia Dynasty.

The leading figures of this era were collectively known as the "Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

Among them, the three most powerful individuals stood at the top.

The leader of the Demonic Sect.

The master of the Sword Pavilion.

The chieftain of the foreign tribes.

These three were called the Three Sovereigns: the Demon Sovereign, the Sword Sovereign, and the Blade Sovereign, standing proudly above all, overlooking the masses.

Logan Brooks frowned deeply as he read.

Could it be that this "cult leader" he had become...

Was actually the legendary leader of the Demonic Sect?

The highest existence in the Vast Land of Shenzhou, one of the Three Sovereigns—the Demon Sovereign?

Someone everyone longed to eliminate, yet everyone feared.

The number one archvillain under heaven.

With two chief aides, four palace heads, seven elders, eight regional guardians—powerful followers as numerous as clouds, admired by all.

The public enemy of the righteous path in Shenzhou, a nightmare on earth.

Had he possessed the body of such a big shot?

Wasn't this too outrageous?

Logan Brooks couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He steadied himself, guessing that maybe it was some other kind of sect, not necessarily the Demonic Sect?

Then he saw the following passage.

"The Demonic Sect's supreme art, Heavenly Demon Blood, is passed down to only one person in each generation—only the cult leader may practice it. Once mastered, the eyes reveal the light of the Black Crow, unique under heaven, impossible to impersonate."

Logan Brooks looked back at the mirror.

His own pair of eyes, glowing with black light, were so conspicuous.

He raised his head and patted his forehead.

As he recalled, usually it was some mighty expert who, after an accident, left behind a stubborn wisp of soul.

Then, that soul would take over the body of some downtrodden youth, seize the body, and be reborn.

After that, they would rise up against all odds and make a comeback.

How come, in his case, it seemed to be the other way around?

Logan Brooks sighed.

At this rate, if the people of the Demonic Sect discovered their cult leader had been replaced, they would go berserk.

If he tried to sneak away from the Demonic Sect, there would be plenty of so-called righteous experts outside eager to kill him and rid the world of evil.

This opening situation was beset with difficulties both inside and out.

Yet Logan Brooks also felt a surge of excitement.

In his previous life on Blue Star, he had ventured out on his own from a young age.

He had endured days of hardship and patience.

He had also enjoyed days of pride and satisfaction.

He had taken risks.

He had tasted all the flavors of life.

In just a few short years, he had experienced many ups and downs, and his nerves had been tempered to be extremely tough.

"Until I can fully control the situation, I still have to keep up the act. Life is like a play—it all depends on acting skills!" Logan Brooks sighed.

Then he laughed again.

Looking on the bright side, at least he didn't have to struggle up from the bottom anymore, right?

But then again, how did such an incredible figure end up in this predicament?

He thought again of that mysterious black jug.

Now that the black jug had lost its physical form, how was he supposed to use it?

Logan Brooks pondered as he closed his eyes.

In his consciousness, there was darkness, but soon a light appeared.

In the dim glow, that mysterious black jug emerged.

I know too little about this Demon Sovereign identity of mine. Is it possible to learn more detailed information... Logan Brooks thought to himself.

Who would have thought that as soon as the thought arose, the black jug before him suddenly opened its lid.

The blood-red nectar inside instantly diminished by a large amount.

From the mouth of the jug, streams of blood-colored mist rose up.

The mist condensed into a large swath of blood-red text, appearing in Logan Brooks's mind.

Logan Brooks, twenty years old...

As soon as he saw the first line, Logan Brooks lost his composure.