Reborn as the Cultivation World's Doomed White Moonlight

[A carefree, detached, breathtakingly beautiful and aloof immortal lord, the shou x A wanton, unruly, mischievous and untamed Ghost King, the gong] 1. Wen Fei, head of the immortal sect at Linjiang Gate, only realized he was living inside a storybook as he lay dying. Its protagonist was his exceptionally gifted disciple, while he was nothing more than a stepping stone, taking a fatal blow from a ghost cultivator in the protagonist's place. His thousand years of cultivation had all gone to waste. The great righteous cultivators of the entire cultivation world watched him fall off a cliff, and not one of them lifted a finger to save him. Reborn, he returns to the crucial moment in the ghost cave when he picked up that unlucky disciple who was to be sacrificed. Wen Fei rolls up his sleeves and pats his disciple on the shoulder. "You go on ahead. Leave this to your master." A mass of ghostly energy coiled in the depths of the cave. A flippant voice said, "You are brimming with righteous immortal energy. Taking his place as the sacrifice is quite a bargain for me." Wen Fei takes a deep breath, tosses aside his sword, and lies flat. "Sure. Go ahead." Ghost King: "?" 2. The cultivation world lost the aloof and stern Immortal Lord Qian Ci, and gained a carefree good-for-nothing who kept flowers and birds, was afflicted with chronic illness, and had ghostly energy clinging to him. Everyone in the cultivation world had their own schemes, and at first, nobody paid him any mind. Then, at some point, strange things started happening. For example: The little disciple who had once stolen Wen Fei's magical artifact found a string of black handprints beside his bed. The Sword Immortal Yuan Bai, who had once stolen Wen Fei's opportunity, suddenly found his sword pointing at himself. The sect master of Taiyuan Sect, who had once cultivated using Wen Fei's Golden Core, faced twice as many lightning bolts during his tribulation. That night, they all had the same dream. In the dream, a sword pierced the heart and lungs of a man in green robes as he fell from a cliff. In an instant, his hair turned completely white. With lips red as blood and a body as delicate as the crescent moon, he looked back up at those on the cliff, his bright eyes full of mockery. The next day, the entire cultivation world went mad, determined to dig up the earth itself to find one man. They had never imagined that someone so cold and hard-hearted would have held them so close to his heart. Though separated by life and death, he had not forgotten them, and had sent them a dream. Wen Fei: What? What? A dream? Dig up the earth? Wen Fei: I'm still alive and kicking! 3. The Ghost King Chou Wuyan was accidentally sealed in a ghost cave for several hundred years. At last, he got his chance to possess an immortal lord, return to the immortal world, and hunt down his enemies. Until one night at midnight, he saw that immortal lord tossing and turning in his sleep, his undershirt soaked with sweat, his dark hair disheveled, his face pale, his lips tightly pressed together. "...A Yan." Chou Wuyan sneers, immediately takes physical form, and pounces on him, viciously grabbing him by the throat. "Found you." But why is his heart suddenly in a panic? 1. Everyone in his past life betrayed him. 2. The gong starts out as a huge floating ghost. Even the highest-level ghosts are still ghosts. The manuscript is in progress. Please add it to your reading list! Please, pretty please! 4/28 Theme: The Dao of Heaven always comes full circle