Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,“I'm reborn, aren't I!” Xu Zimo was stunned. He remained silent for three minutes, then another three minutes passed.,Humans begin their cultivation journey from the mortal realm, refining their flesh and blood, honing their bones and sinews, tempering their skin.。