I, Myung Hak was the strongest swordsman ever known to the mankind. I was ruthless, cold-blooded and merciless. No one dared to oppose me while I was in my prime. I had no disciples, so my martial art was fading away along with my life.
I was even feared by the great 8 sects of the murim, the Imperial Family and the Demon Cult. In fact, all of them tried to recruit me but none of them succeeded. I only had ONE friend throughout my life; The previous sect-leader of the Wudang Sect, Heo Do. We both were orphans and climbed to the top together. He joined the Wudang Sect while I roamed around the Jianghu getting stronger.
One day, I got the news that Heo Do was missing. I went around destroying many hideouts to search for him but I didn't find him. Suddenly, the Beggar Sect started spreading rumors that Heo Do was captured by Bandits on the Xing Mountain. I rushed there immediately but it was a trap set by the Demon Cult to kill me. I fought for 3 days continuously. The battlefield was full of corpses of the warriors of the Demon Cult. Even I was reaching my limit. Suddenly, The Demon Cult leader, who was weak before attacked me. I dodged it but my lower body was sliced into half. I realized my consciousness was fading.
"If I ever got the chance, I would rip this bastard's head from his body" This was the thought I had when i was on the brink of death. But suddenly, I opened my eyes and saw myself as a young master of the Jin family!!!