The third floor was dark.
No floating scrolls. No glowing runes. No Remnant Soul waiting with a smug face.
Just silence.
Then—
CRACK!
The world split apart.
Bai Zihan's body convulsed as he felt something rip through him.
A sickening pull, like his very soul was being yanked out of the body.
And then—
Light!
He blinked.
A different sky stretched above him now. Dusty. Red.
The sun dimmed behind clouds of smoke.
Around him stood stone walls—ruined stone walls—half-shattered and scorched.
A city?
Shouts and screams echoed from beyond.
His head spun. He felt… heavy.
No Qi.
No Sword Intent.
It looked like he had become an ordinary person.
Silent!
Bai Zihan staggered, looking down at himself.
His robes were different—standard-issue armor, like what a low-ranking soldier might wear.
A rusted sword was sheathed at his waist, and a badge pinned to his chest:
[City Guard Captain – Bai Zihan]
"Excuse me?"
He muttered, barely keeping the disgust off his face.
