My name is Chen Changsheng.
Originally, I was only an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator scraping by in the apocalypse.
The Devil Race invaded, the Buddhists of the west rebelled, countless sects were destroyed, countless people perished, their cultivation extinguished, and countless ordinary people like me died in the tide of history.
In the records of later generations, they were reduced to a single phrase: countless casualties.
But now, I had been reborn before the Great Calamity, when none of those disasters had happened yet.
The Azure Cloud Sect's gates still stood there, and the old tree in the courtyard on Little Mountain Peak was still flourishing.
Eldest Senior Brother, who had lived on only in my memories, stood before me in his blue-green robe, laughing, teasing, scolding.
Everything felt like a dream, like that time the Array Ancestor had stood before me and plunged me into endless illusions.
When I had first been reborn, what I felt was not joy, but fear.
Fear that the Array Ancestor, who had fought me for possession of my body, had dragged me into the Endless Illusion again.
Fear that I would have to kill Eldest Senior Brother in an illusion once more.
Having clung to life for over a hundred years in the apocalypse, I had been among the last people to survive.
I had witnessed too much sacrifice, too much betrayal, and too much despair.
In the apocalypse, even among cultivators, human nature had been laid bare to its fullest.
I dared not trust anyone, nor did I dare believe anything.
Only when I sensed Heaven and Earth Essence again, sensed my own strange divine soul, sensed the most infinitesimal traces of moisture in the air-
Only then did I slowly begin, step by step, to believe that perhaps I really