Holy Son of Mortal Bones

I have been seeking Taoism for eighty years, but all I got in exchange was "If your destiny is not in harmony, you will not be able to find the right path." The threshold of a Taoist temple is higher than the sky. I buried myself in the yellowing Taoist treasures and lonely talismans. From black hair to gray hair, I was still a layman. I don't believe in fate. In the end, I used the method of dismemberment to make one last big gamble on the way of heaven. Maybe I succeeded, maybe not. I was reborn into a strange world with the memories of my previous life. When I was born, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky, and five-color divine thunder descended into the world. I became an "innate Taoist body, pure Yang saint son" that is rare in my lifetime. In this life, everything "Tao" once owed me was forced in front of me. "Visions appeared in the sky, five thunders came to the world, the innate Tao body, the Pure Yang Saint Son." In the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the old man, whose cultivation reached the sky, looked to the east with shock in his eyes. But at this moment, I opened my eyes in my infancy and chewed this brand-new skin coldly, with only one thought in my mind: "This body... Is what Tao owes me." So, am I the Holy Son who comes to prove the truth, or am I a human being who comes to collect debts?