I am reborn from the ashes of the Ascension Thunder Tribulation for the ninth time. This time, I decided to give up becoming an immortal and settle down to be a mortal. But he accidentally picked up a rusty bronze sword in a barren mountain.
It turned out to be my natal magic weapon in my first life, and the sword was engraved with: "Don't believe in the way of heaven, the fairy world is dead, and reincarnation is a cage." What's even weirder is that the young people I taught the skills to in this life all have the faces of my most trusted disciples in the previous eight lives. They knelt down and called me "Master".
There was a familiar and greedy light in his eyes.
