I Am Bai Yueguang, the Son of God Who Died Early [Rebirth]

————Copywriting of this article———— Perspective one: You are the most famous genius in the world of cultivation. Your sword is a unique artifact in the world. Your talent makes you favored and you get endless resources. Everyone must bow before you. You have gained too much, and in the same way, you have to make concessions for this falling apart world. Sacrifice the sword with your body to stabilize the mountains and rivers. You are willing. After your death, the Cultivation Continent where you are finally calmed down and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. Fellow disciples and brothers took up the burden of the sect and restored the sect's glory. You are satisfied, and when you exhale your last breath, it will completely dissipate. You thought your soul would return to the underworld after death, or disperse across the mountains and rivers, but unexpectedly, you floated above the sky and heard someone talking: "It starts again." "This person has good talent, let's choose him as the protagonist." "Well... What can we arrange for them to save the world this time?" It turns out that there are another three thousand realms in the world, and there is another heaven beyond this realm. You are just one of the people being made fun of, a puppet destined to die. You are not willing to give in. So you returned to the day when you learned Taoism from a teacher. Perspective two: Shi Qingyue has been regarded as the Holy Son for thousands of years, and countless people have knelt at his feet, but that person is different. He was never in that person's eyes. ​Actually, this one doesn't hurt either. Because that person was destined to die, he never stopped looking at the dying person. Everyone thinks that the Holy Son is pure and distant, and never gets involved in the world. What if no one unexpectedly saw from his room that stunning sword-wielding picture. If it is not seen by the person involved. Confused, helpless, world-weary but powerful, narcissistic, attacked by a cold, arrogant, treacherous boss 1. Third person prose, the main subject 2. Stay on January 12, 2024, start in July Intention: Be your own master and break through the limits