I Have Been in This World for Three Thousand Years

The thirty-first time. When Lin Chen opened his eyes, the bruises on his body were still hurting, but the chaotic memory in his mind finally broke into clear pieces like a smashed glass cup. Thirty times of reincarnation, thirty times of hatred. In every life, he devoted all he had learned, and every life was interrupted from behind on the eve of success. In this life, he lost his spiritual roots, was abandoned by his family, and was stepped on in the mud. But when he looked up, he smiled. "Tiandao, are you ready? This is the thirty-first time. I remember this time."