Pain.
It hurts more than when he was chopped into ashes by a catastrophe in his previous life.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and a bolt of lightning just passed through the window, and there was a boom, which made my head buzz. There was a white ceiling in front of him, with a small bed under his feet, and a dozen little kids lying around. Some were drooling, some were holding bear pillows, and there was a fat man who was sleeping soundly while chewing on the corner of the pillow.
I was stunned.
When I looked down, I saw that my hands were white and tender, pitifully small, the fingernails were no bigger than fingernails, and there was a piece of plasticine stuck to the palm of my hand that had been squeezed out of shape.
I am...
Boom!
It was as if a bomb had been inserted into my mind, and countless images exploded - the sky was filled with thunder, sword shadows were criss-crossing, I was standing on the ninth level of the sky, holding a three-foot green sword in my hand, and thousands of monks were kneeling below. Finally, there was a dazzling white light, and the voice of the sword spirit came from the ear: Master, I will be your son in the next life.
I was struck by lightning and returned to the age of six?
Wrong.
I sat on the small bed, my mind was as confused as mush. In my previous life, my name was Chu Yunzheng, and I was the number one swordsman in the world of cultivation. I had defeated demons and catastrophes, and had never been defeated for hundreds of years. When I went through the heavenly tribulation for the last time, I thought I could ascend to immortality, but it turned out that heaven was unfair and sent down a ninth-level killing tribulation, which forcibly chopped me into ashes.
At that last moment, the small sword spirit sword that had been with me for hundreds of years used its last source of power to protect a ray of my soul and sent it into reincarnation.
And then I turned into this little kid with a runny nose who was forced to drink milk by the teacher every day?
