[Oriental fantasy + rebirth in the apocalypse + getting better]
When the last ray of sunshine was swallowed up by thick clouds and the whole world sank into endless darkness, I knew the end of the world was coming. But at that moment, a strong tremor penetrated my soul, and I saw a sword-Xuanyuan Sword, which contained ancient and powerful power. Suddenly, the voice of the sword spirit sounded in my ears: "Host, you only have one chance to be reborn. Are you ready?"
But the road to rebirth is not easy. Is it because the inertia of history is too strong, or are there people like me who remember everything that happened? Gradually, I found myself involved in a conspiracy more sinister than the apocalypse...
