Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
Between heaven and earth, there are twenty-four solar terms, starting from the beginning of spring and ending with the great cold, the cycle of life revolves repeatedly, akin to reincarnation, but the flower that blooms today will never be the flower that bloomed yesterday.
Thus, when Tan Shuchang broke free from his incarnation of the heaven and earth, understanding the states of the solar terms, he developed doubts about the previous notions of reincarnation.
When humans re-enter the cycle of life and return to this heaven and earth, are they truly the same person as before?
Successful cultivators carry the Dao Fruit within them, their souls unaffected, so they are largely the same person. But what about ordinary cultivators, let alone the myriad creatures?
A blade of grass withers in winter and revives in spring, seemingly the same blade of grass from death to death.
Yet, such a blade of grass is only seemingly so.