Rebirth of Douluo Continent

I opened my eyes and saw the dilapidated thatched roof. The sunlight leaked through the gaps and cast mottled light and shadow on the ground. This is... Holy Soul Village? I sat up suddenly and saw the simple wooden house, the rough earthen walls, and the familiar wooden table. It was all exactly as I remembered it. I stretched out my hand tremblingly and looked at my tender palms. They were clearly the hands of a child. I am born again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.