The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

My name is Chen Changsheng.

Originally, he was just an ordinary cultivator living in the apocalypse.

The demons invaded, the West Buddha rebelled, countless sects were destroyed, countless people died, and countless ordinary people like themselves died in history.

It is recorded in later generations, but a sentence of countless deaths and injuries is referred to.

But now I am reborn before the catastrophe, when all disasters have not happened yet.

The mountain gate of Qingyun Sect still stands there, and the old tree in the courtyard of the small mountain peak is still lush.

The elder brother who lived in his memory stood in front of him in a green shirt, laughing and cursing.

Everything seems to be in a dream, as if the ancestors were in front of him at that time, allowing himself to sink into endless illusions.

When I was first born again, what I felt was not joy, but fear.

He was afraid that the formation ancestor who was competing with him for his body would pull him into an endless illusion again.

Fearing that he would kill the eldest brother again in the illusion.

I, who have been surviving for more than a hundred years in the apocalypse, are among the last group of people who have survived to the apocalypse.

Witnessed too much sacrifice, witnessed too much betrayal, and witnessed too much despair.

In the last days, as a monk, his humanity was fully displayed.

I couldn't trust anyone or anything.

For the first time, I felt the vitality of heaven and earth again, felt my own weird soul, and felt the extremely subtle humidity of the air.

I gradually believed that maybe I was really reborn.

Probably God saw that my life was really miserable, so he kindly arranged for me to be reborn and get back everything I had lost.

As a reborn, I will never allow the tragedy to happen in the future, nor will I allow myself to watch the catastrophe come again!

Thousands of miles of white land, thousands of miles without rooster crowing, such a doomsday scene, never appear in front of yourself.

I have exhausted all the methods I can think of, tried my best, endured the pain of being cut from my soul every day, and repeatedly deduced the source of various disasters during the Great Tribulation.

Seizing the body of a fairy, enduring the darkness in the secret room for more than ten years, beheading the demon monk who caused the catastrophe...

I did everything I could, I did everything I could think of.

But the catastrophe still happened, and even revealed its clues in advance.

At that moment, I was crazy, I was sober, but I also knew that I was crazy.

Mad at the moment when the demonic energy overflowed, mad at the moment when the golden pupil was born.

No one can understand me, no one knows what I am stubborn about.

No one can ask me, am I okay?

"Changsheng, are you alright?"

A gentle voice woke me up from my madness. I raised my head with a sad face. The man wearing a familiar green shirt looked at me with concern in his eyes.

The corners of his eyes were a little sore, but he didn't know how to speak.

The elder brother's gentle words are still comforting me, but he doesn't know that he will die in front of me in a few decades.

He will die, I will die, many people will die, and the whole world will be destroyed.

I'm so tired, I want to hide, I don't care about anything, I don't think about anything, I don't care about anything.

I took my master and senior brother to hide until the end of the catastrophe.

I wanted to speak, but the world seemed to know my identity, and I couldn't tell my senior brother that I was reborn.

The sense of suffocation of powerlessness made me feel the insignificance of my life for the first time.

I am afraid of the occurrence of catastrophe, afraid that the beauty of today will die in catastrophe again.

In fact, I am just a coward, a coward who wants to escape from the catastrophe and prevent it from happening.

Those kinds of methods are just the psychological comfort that I want to seek because of my infinite lack of security.

How could the catastrophe cease to exist because of me, and I don't count as anything.

Countless monks fell during the catastrophe, and even revived immortals would fall in front of them.

Even if you live a new life, what strength do you have now that you can only look at yourself in a big catastrophe?

At that moment, I also understood how insignificant my own power was. I used to want to prevent the catastrophe from happening, but indirectly caused the catastrophe to advance decades.

Those golden vertical pupils seemed to be mocking me silently, and seemed to be telling myself that the tragedy of the previous life would happen again!

Laughing at yourself is nothing more than shaking the tree!

But, if this is the case, what is the meaning of my rebirth?

When I wanted to stop that golden vertical pupil at the cost of my own death, the senior brother stopped me.

"The disaster is there. It's not a step faster or a step slower for you. It's just that you never dare to face it!"

"Why don't you try to trust us?"

...

Gentle words are like a knife that kills me, and like an arrow that pierces my armor.

I was silent.

I don't know how to explain it, nor how to refute it.

Rebuking and scolding will make me feel better, but the senior brother is still full of encouragement and expectations for me.

There seemed to be residual heat in the forehead, I stroked my forehead blankly.

If it were to be cut to pieces and tortured, I don't think I would even frown.

But it was still tenderness that stabbed me.

The next second, I was killed and my armor was removed, and I was left in a state of silence.

Yes, so what if the catastrophe of the last days happened again.

I am no longer the incompetent Chen Changsheng in my previous life. I have several senior brothers who are as powerful as giants.

In my previous life, I was just an ordinary cultivator in the Transcendence Tribulation Period, unable to influence the outcome of the Tribulation.

Nowadays, I have countless trump cards. When faced with great calamity, I still face it with the mentality of an ordinary person.

All living beings are in the midst of a great calamity. Now I am a being comparable to a genius, and there is no reason why I should not dare to face the great calamity.

The previous life was like a nightmare, making myself stubborn, stubborn, and afraid to face it.

And now, I am about to face a catastrophe. Even if I am in the midst of a catastrophe, I must protect all the people I cherish!

Today's Xiaoshan is not just me and senior brother, the future No. fairy in the world, the future empress, Xiao Bai with the highest aptitude, the emperor of the human race, all my senior brothers in this life.

It's even more beautiful than the last life, but the more beautiful it is, the more murderous it is.

The more beautiful it is, the more desperate it is when it is lost.

When beauty and despair recurred in my mind, I made a decision.

Chen Changsheng stood in person at the top of the small mountain peak, his eyes full of determination.

Looking back at Qing Yunzong, the mountains are like towering mountains, and the sea of ​​clouds is vast.

There is determination in firmness.

Even if you are not understood by the world, even if you are smashed to pieces.

How could I not believe you, big brother.

But this time allow me to go first.

I, Chen Changsheng, will prop up a clear sky and a bright moon for you in the midst of the catastrophe!