Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

Dongfang Weiwo nodded slightly, tapped the ground lightly with his bamboo cane, and swept his indifferent gaze over the crowd at the ridge pass.

Besides the armored warriors of Eagle Fortress, dozens of forces from other realms had also gathered here. The newcomers came in groups of three or five, or alone, their clothing and cultivation levels varying, all hovering between the early and peak Yin-Yang Realm. They stood or sat cross-legged on the rubble, maintaining a wary distance from one another, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.

But as Dongfang Weiwo, leaning on his cane and injured, slowly approached, all eyes in the room instantly locked onto him.

Soft whispers rose and fell, a murmur of noise, like withered grass swaying in the wind.

"Is this the guy? He crushed the Eagle Fortress Commander with a single palm strike and shattered the Xuan Tie Spear? He looks unremarkable, without a trace of the aura of a master."

"I heard he suffered severe fractures and was still recovering from serious injuries. To dare to venture into Shattered Bone Ridge in such a state is simply courting death."

Doubt and ridicule intertwined and quietly spread in Lingkou.

Amidst the murmurs, the Grand Commander of Eagle Fortress strode forward, taking three quick steps. His heavy, black iron spear slammed down, its end embedding itself three feet into the gravel, sending a cloud of grayish-white dust exploding outwards.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an extremely strong penetrating power, forcefully suppressing all the noise in the room, and he coldly said, "You've come."

Dongfang Weiwo stopped in his tracks.

The bamboo cane fell onto the gravel, making a crisp, clear sound.

"They're here."

These two simple words, calm and unassuming, without the slightest hint of force, caused the Eagle Fortress Commander's eyes to twitch abruptly. The scarred, burly man behind him felt a sudden tightness in his chest, instinctively taking a half-step back, his bandaged, crippled arm trembling slightly, his eyes revealing deep apprehension.

"The rules of the bone-sacrificing ceremony have remained unchanged for three hundred years."

The Grand Commander of Eagle Fortress pointed to the dark entrance of Shattered Bone Ridge, his expression cold and solemn. "The ridge will be open for three days. Cultivators from all sides can use their skills to seize bones. Private duels are strictly prohibited within the ridge. Violators will be punished by all forces under heaven. This is an ironclad rule that no one dares to break."

His tone abruptly changed, his fingertips fixed on Dongfang Weiwo. Under the daylight, his fingertips appeared as pale as bone, exuding a chilling killing intent: "But our agreement is not included here. Our life-and-death grudges will be settled here today. Three days are up. Either you are carried out of Shattered Bone Ridge horizontally, or I will perish here."

Dongfang Weiwo ignored his harsh words and looked past everyone towards the huge natural crevice that ran across the mountain ridge.

The entire mountain ridge seemed to have been forcibly torn apart by an immense force, the fissures deep and dark, from which a visible grayish-white mist continuously poured out. Wherever the mist passed, a thin layer of frost quickly condensed on the surface of the gravel; this was not ordinary frost, but a highly corrosive bone frost.

A chilling wind blew out from the depths of the crack, carrying with it a faint, muffled friction sound, as if thousands of bones underground were colliding and groaning, eerie and bone-chilling.

A thick, deathly aura assaulted my senses.

The instant the death energy entered his body, Dongfang Weiwo felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his old fractured left rib, as if countless tiny insects were burrowing and gnawing at his muscles along the crack. The dark gold substance within his body instantly stirred and awakened, rapidly circulating to cover the wound and condensing into a fine golden film that firmly blocked most of the death energy.

However, two minor fractures in his right arm were not fully covered, allowing a trace of death energy to seep in, penetrating straight to the bone marrow and bringing a bone-chilling cold.

"Don't move."

A cool yet gentle female voice suddenly rang in his ears. The next instant, a warm palm pressed precisely on the wound on his right arm. Lin Xiaoman's palm was covered with dark green ointment, and the warm medicinal power quickly seeped into his body along the texture of his skin.

The biting chill was instantly dispelled by the gentle heat, and the deathly aura that had seeped into her bones was forced out of her body, condensing into a grayish-white mist in her palm before evaporating and dissipating in an instant.

"I told you long ago, you have a fractured bone and severe injuries, you absolutely cannot withstand the erosion of death energy."

Lin Xiaoman withdrew her hand, took out a small ceramic jar from her medicine pouch, carefully scooped out a rich and lustrous bone-protecting ointment, and meticulously and evenly applied it to the two minor cracks on his right arm, her movements skillful and earnest.

"This is a bone-protecting ointment that I made overnight, using ironwood powder, bone-strengthening herb, and resurrection grass seeds as ingredients, and also adding the bone-protecting incense left by my grandmother. The medicine's effects can last for six hours, after which it must be reapplied."

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on the two at the ridge pass, their expressions varied—some surprised, some curious, some wary. Lin Xiaoman, however, completely ignored the prying eyes around her, focusing solely on healing Dongfang Weiwo, her demeanor calm and composed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The Grand Commander of Eagle Fortress frowned deeply. Beside him, Elder Qiu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the pottery jar. His dry voice, like the scraping of withered wood, was filled with disbelief: "The Bone Keeper's Bone-Keeping Incense? Little girl, you're a descendant of the reclusive Lin family?"

Lin Xiaoman ignored his probing, carefully sealed the pottery jar, and stuffed it directly into Dongfang Weiwo's arms.

"Use it sparingly. I've been brewing it for three days, and this is all I have left."

She stood up and looked up at the young man in front of her. The silver bell on the green ribbon was fluttered by the deathly wind, producing a delicate and crisp sound that was particularly clear in the eerie ridge pass.

"Go ahead, I'll wait here for you to come out safely."

Dongfang Weiwo looked down at the pottery jar in his arms, which still held the warmth of her palm. After a moment of silence, he carefully put it away. Then he turned around, leaned on his bamboo cane, and walked steadily toward the dark entrance of the crevice, his steps firm and showing no sign of fear.

The Grand Commander of Eagle Fortress raised his hand, and the three hundred armored cavalry retreated in unison, lining up on both sides to clear the central passage. As Dongfang Weiwo brushed past him, he lowered his voice, his tone chilling as he warned, "The deathly aura at the foot of the ridge is the most concentrated and dangerous. I'll be there, waiting for you to meet your death."

Dongfang Weiwo never looked back. His figure stepped into the gray-white mist and disappeared completely into the depths of the rift.

The moment you step into Shattered Bone Ridge, all light is cut off.

The blazing sunlight from the nine suns outside left only a small, pale patch of light at the entrance. The deeper one went, the thicker the darkness became, like solid ink enveloping everything and swallowing all light. The only source of light inside the cave came from the honeycomb-like holes in the rock walls, where clusters of eerie green phosphorescent flames flickered and swayed, barely illuminating the fragmented bones embedded in the cave walls. The light and shadow were mottled, creating an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

This place is not a rock cave at all, but a giant bone cave made up of endless bones.

Thousands of bones, large and small, are stacked, compressed, and interlocked, naturally forming winding bone passages. The larger ones are several meters long, resembling the remains of ancient behemoths; the smaller ones are only the thickness of a finger joint, densely filling the gaps between the giant bones. All the bones are uniformly grayish-white, with a loose and dry texture. When a foot steps over them, they produce a crisp cracking sound and crumble into dust in an instant.

The concentration of dead air inside the cave is more than ten times that of Lingkou.

As soon as he entered the bone passage, Dongfang Weiwo's old injury to his left rib flared up with excruciating pain again, like an ice pick piercing his bone marrow. The dark gold substance within his body surged violently, rapidly flowing along the cracks in the bone and condensing into a thick golden film, desperately resisting the erosion of death energy.

However, the death energy here is all-pervasive, always able to seep in through the tiny gaps in the golden membrane. Each invasion brings a sharp, dull pain, continuously eroding the vitality of the body.

The bone-protecting plaster jar in his arms radiated warmth, and wisps of gentle medicinal power slowly seeped out, spreading throughout his body along his meridians. It resonated with the dark gold substance within his body, creating a double layer of defense that barely stabilized his injuries and suppressed the intrusion of death energy.

However, the death energy here is too violent and dense, far exceeding that of ordinary areas, so the medicinal effect of the original six hours will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Dongfang Weiwo took a deep breath, and his Heavenly Martial Qi circulated evenly throughout his body. The dark golden light on the surface of his skeleton began to glow slightly, and the speed at which the death energy eroded him finally slowed down a little.

After walking steadily for several feet, the bone path ahead splits into three, with each of the three paths being distinct and clearly defined.

The shallow fork on the left is where independent cultivators gather to collect ordinary broken bones; the risk is lowest, and the opportunities are most common. The middle fork on the right contains complete giant beast bones, making it a target for small and medium-sized sects like the Green Leaf Sect. Only the central fork is the widest and deepest.

The phosphorescent light along the main road formed intermittent, eerie glows, illuminating a straight stone staircase leading down into the core of Broken Bone Ridge.

The stone steps were perfectly smooth and even, clearly not naturally formed, but meticulously carved by hand. Each step was covered with densely packed ancient runes, their twisted and intertwined patterns resembling countless serpents coiled and intertwined. These were neither the script of the Tianwu Continent nor the inherited runes of the Tianxuan Continent; they were ancient markings never before seen by Dongfang Weiwo. Upon closer inspection, the runes seemed to slowly writhe, exuding an eerie and mysterious ancient aura.

Just then, the dark green jade slip left behind by the Demon God Lü in his arms suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Dongfang Weiwo raised his hand and took out the jade slip.

Strangely, the surrounding deathly stillness and dense aura did not suppress the jade slip; instead, it became its nourishment. The dark green jade slowly glowed with a warm luster, and the soft light spread out, precisely illuminating the ancient patterns on the stone steps.

The moment they came into contact with the green light, the previously lifeless and obscure patterns instantly became agitated, twisting, disassembling, and reassembling wildly, rapidly changing their arrangement. In just a few breaths, all the secret patterns converged and worked together, outlining a clear and complete stone gate on the rock wall at the end of the stone steps.

The stone gate is made entirely of bone material, seamlessly embedded in the rock wall, ancient and heavy. There is no lock or handle on the gate, only a huge palm print, larger than the size of a normal person's palm, with five fingers spread out and clearly defined. On the palm, there is a dark gold pattern that is the same as that of the dark green jade slip.

The palm print of the Demon God Lü!

Dongfang Weiwo's mind stirred slightly, and he raised his right hand to precisely cover the palm print groove.

The palm sizes were mismatched; Lu Moshen's palms were much wider than his. But the moment his five fingers were fully spread and pressed against his bone gate, the key seal that had been dormant deep in his dantian suddenly trembled violently.

A delicate dark gold line emerged from beneath the skin of his palm, spreading along the edge of his hand and precisely aligning with the dark gold mark on the bone of his palm.

click -

A faint, crisp sound of a mechanism unlocking was particularly clear in the deathly silent bone passage.

The heavy, bone-like stone door slowly receded three feet inward, revealing a narrow, sloping passageway. The bone walls on both sides of the passageway were neatly embedded with giant ribs, arranged in a regular pattern, as if an unparalleled behemoth had been buried entirely into the mountain, with only the ribs arching the walls, forming a natural, deep, and secluded arcade.

At the end of the arcade, instead of the eerie green glow of phosphorescence, a pure, tranquil, and warm golden light flowed quietly, dispelling all the death and darkness around it.

Dongfang Weiwo's gaze was deep and focused.

He knew very well that this was the core of the forbidden area where Lu Moshen had sealed his own remains and hidden the ultimate treasure.