That night, Ethan Brooks once again sat beneath a flowering tree, enjoying the thick darkness where one couldn’t see their own hand, and suddenly felt a sense of security rise in his heart. Yes, security! For Ethan Brooks, once the king of assassins who roamed the world, the safest thing was the pitch-black night! Only the night was Ethan Brooks’s best and most reliable companion in his previous life!

Gazing up at the starry sky, Ethan Brooks suddenly had a subtle feeling as if he were dreaming. Over the past few days, he had skimmed through a large number of books related to this world, gaining some understanding of this continent, but the more he learned, the more confused Ethan Brooks became.

If it weren’t for the clear black-and-white records, Ethan Brooks would almost have thought he had traveled back to ancient China—it was just too similar! The same skin color, the same accent, similar culture, clothing nearly identical to the most prosperous Tang and Song dynasties of China...

Ethan Brooks let out a groan, burying his head between his knees, both hands tightly clutching the back of his head, painfully thinking: Why? Why isn’t this some era of ancient China? If it were, how many advantageous resources could I use? Even if I didn’t actively change the course of history, I could use this foreknowledge to navigate major historical events and avoid disaster!

Xuanxuan Continent, what the hell kind of place is this? Jin Xuan, Yin Xuan, Di Xuan, Tian Xuan... Xuan Qi... Damn it! Why isn’t it internal martial arts power?

The only things that might be the same are the eternal sun and moon, and the gentle, misty night, which alone can give Ethan Brooks a faint sense of still being in his homeland of China!

Ethan Brooks’s face was as hard as stone, the muscles at his jaw painfully bulging, and he felt an urge to point at the sky and curse out loud!

Suddenly, at that very moment, due to Ethan Brooks’s extreme agitation, he suddenly felt a violent headache. Even with Ethan Brooks’s unimaginable endurance, he couldn’t bear it and let out a muffled groan, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and then suddenly the world began to spin...

Looking out from his eyes, it seemed as if the whole world was spinning violently, even the hazy night seemed to turn into a wildly swirling, dispersing mist, and the entire world suddenly became so illusory and unreal...

Ethan Brooks panted in pain, gritting his teeth so hard his lips began to bleed, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, but he forced himself to endure, not allowing even the slightest sound to escape.

Alone in this world, all the pain should be borne by myself! In this unfamiliar place, I cannot rely on anyone! Nor will I rely on anyone!

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! With my killing skills, I’ll carve a bloody path, break through the heavens, break through the earth! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!

In a daze, Ethan Brooks seemed to sense a distant light suddenly appear in his mind. The light seemed far away, yet it was slowly approaching, getting closer, brighter, larger, and clearer, until it finally transformed into a dazzling, multicolored pagoda, spinning endlessly in his mind, each rotation shooting out a hazy, holy white light.

But with every rotation, Ethan Brooks suffered pain no less than going through the eighteen levels of hell!

His body was already numb, his limbs paralyzed, his consciousness slowly fading, only Ethan Brooks’s eyes turning blood-red, staring fixedly at the sky, at the earth, at this unfamiliar world, without blinking for a moment!...

No one knows how much time passed. A cold wind blew, and Ethan Brooks suddenly felt a chill.

An early autumn night really is a bit cold, Ethan Brooks thought, suddenly waking up: If I can feel the cold, then I can feel—I’m not already... He jumped up, realizing that his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, soaking his clothes several times over, his body clammy and extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he felt a strange sense of rebirth.

He had awakened in Ethan Morris Brooks’s body, inheriting this masterless flesh—one could call it transmigration, or soul possession. Ethan Brooks was just Ethan Brooks, but after this painful ordeal, he had truly fused with this body, and Ethan Brooks had truly become Ethan Morris Brooks, the real master of this body!

No longer caring about his disheveled appearance, the first thing Ethan Brooks did was sit cross-legged, close his eyes, and sink his consciousness into his mind, carefully sensing everything. The earlier excruciating pain, Ethan Brooks now knew, was entirely caused by that little tower that had merged into his body, so Ethan Brooks was certain that the little tower must be extraordinary. If it were just a simple fusion with the body, it wouldn’t have been so agonizing—there must be more to it. This little tower had almost become Ethan Brooks’s only support. If he didn’t figure it out, Ethan Brooks would never be at ease.

Ethan Brooks could clearly feel, within his consciousness, as if he could “see” with his own eyes a beautifully shaped, multicolored little pagoda, floating above his sea of consciousness, slowly spinning. Ethan Brooks could distinctly sense that with each rotation of the little tower, the energy and blood in his body would flow clockwise once, over and over, endlessly...