Reborn, I Chose a Bad Ending for the Immortal Lord

The day Bai Zhi's identity as a born demon seed was discovered, he carried his child's corpse to the summit of Qingyun Peak. Looking back on his life, he could only feel that he had been a joke. For Ling Han's sake, he had risked everything to conceal his identity and join the Qingyun Sect, become his cultivation partner, and exhaust his vitality giving birth to their child. And now, all he had received in return was Ling Han killing their child to prove his Dao. "What a way to prove your Dao, by killing your own child... Ling Han, I hope you never regret this for as long as you live!" When Ling Han came running, he witnessed Bai Zhi self-destruct and die with his own eyes. In an instant, the peak where Ling Han lived turned from its year-round greenery into a snow-covered wasteland. It snowed all year, and no one dared set foot there. When Bai Zhi opened his eyes again, he was back on the day he joined the Qingyun Sect. Everyone said Ling Han, the Qingyun Sect's senior disciple, had extraordinary talent and a cold heart, and was born to cultivate the path of ruthless asceticism. Only his junior disciple Bai Zhi, a foolish boy who refused to take no for an answer, had followed him into the sect. But one day, everyone heard that Bai Zhi regretted joining and wanted to leave Qingyun. He was unwilling to say even a single word to Ling Han. Everyone thought Bai Zhi must have been so heartbroken by Ling Han's rejection that he wanted to leave. But so what? The aloof flower of the mountains, destined to cultivate the path of ruthless asceticism, could never be distracted by love. Until the day of the Immortal Sects' Grand Tournament, when they saw with their own eyes Ling Han, on the verge of achieving the Great Dao, kneel before his master and bow his head. He was willing to abandon all his cultivation and start over, asking only to become Bai Zhi's cultivation partner. The immortal sects were shaken, and everyone was in an uproar. Under the gaze of the crowd, Bai Zhi stepped forward and lowered his eyes. "Senior Brother, in this life, I'd be willing to become cultivation partners with a country woodcutter, a laborer, a peddler, a beggar, or a gambler." "But you? Never." Theme: Love