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

Dongfang Weiwo stepped forward and entered the golden passageway below.

The moment he stepped across the threshold, the heavy bone stone door behind him closed silently, sealing it perfectly without leaving a single gap, completely isolating him from the surging, violent death energy outside.

Just now, as we walked through the bone passage, all we could see were gray and withered bones, churning death energy, and even the air itself smelled of decay and decay.

However, the air inside the passage was stagnant and dry, without a trace of coldness or dampness, except for a faint but exceptionally clear smell of rust and blood.

That was the scent of demon blood that had been dried up for thirty years.

The blood of ordinary cultivators would completely dissipate within a few years, but as an unparalleled powerhouse transcending both realms, Lu Moshen's primordial demonic blood had already been imprinted with the laws. Even after being sealed for thirty years, it remained firmly locked in this space, year after year, without ever dissipating.

The narrow passageway stretched straight ahead, the ground was as smooth as a mirror, and the bone walls on both sides were smooth and delicate, completely unlike the rough and brittle bone passages outside.

Clearly, this is the secret realm that Lu Moshen personally crafted and specially sealed to preserve his remains. At the end of the passageway is a circular stone chamber about three zhang in diameter, with a simple and ancient layout, devoid of any superfluous furnishings, exuding only extreme tranquility and solemnity.

At the very center of the stone chamber's dome, there is a fist-sized dark gold crystal. Warm and soft golden light slowly spills from the crystal, filling the entire stone chamber and illuminating the three-foot-high stone platform in the center with every detail, even the fine scratches of time on the stone surface are clearly visible.

On the stone platform, a broken bone lay quietly.

It was a section of the left ulna, its entire body a pure, translucent dark gold, without any other color. The bone was covered with layers upon layers of fine, intricate patterns, winding and intersecting in a complex yet orderly fashion.

These patterns are by no means scars or damage, but rather the original texture of the divine and demonic skeleton. Every curve and every interweaving is completely identical to the patterns of the eight divine and demonic remains in Dongfang Weiwo's body.

The two ends of the broken bone are flat and smooth, as if sculpted by nature, without any trace of violent damage.

It was not broken violently in a fight, but rather precisely targeted by a supreme force far exceeding that of ordinary beings, cleanly and efficiently peeling away and cutting it apart with exquisite skill.

Dongfang Weiwo stared at the ulna bone, his mind instantly clear, and he fully understood the cause and effect.

This is not the ordinary remains of a demon god as rumored by the outside world; it is one of the core foundations of Lu the Demon God's cultivation.

Thirty years ago, Lu Moshen crossed two realms, defying the heavens of the upper realm, and finally fought a deadly battle with the Lord of the Undying Palace.

That battle was earth-shattering, staining the Milky Way with blood. In the end, his left arm was shattered by his opponent's own hand, leaving him severely injured and nearly dead. On the verge of death, the Demon God Lu did not hesitate to damage his own foundation, forcibly separating the most vital ulna bone from his severed arm. He then used endless divine power to set up layers of seals, sealing it away in the secret realm beneath Shattered Bone Ridge.

Countless questions lingered in his mind. With Lu Moshen's extraordinary abilities, why would he rather destroy his own foundation and seal away his remains than refine and retrieve them himself?

The thought had barely formed when Dongfang Weiwo stepped forward, his fingertips gently touching the cool surface of the dark gold ruler bone.

hum-

A deep, resonant sound echoed through the stone chamber, formless and intangible, yet it shook the very soul.

In an instant, a massive flow of information, like a river bursting its banks, surged unhindered into his consciousness. Countless fragmented images, obscure laws, and long-forgotten past events forcibly unfolded, densely occupying his entire mind, leaving him no room to resist or dodge.

The illusionary realm of consciousness unfolds, revealing the same stone chamber as it was thirty years ago, with the scene unchanged except for the people and events.

Lu Moshen sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his body upright. Even though his left arm was broken at the elbow and he was severely injured, he still had an arrogant demeanor that looked down on all the heavens.

Golden demonic blood dripped continuously from the grotesque fracture, striking the hard stone platform. Each drop was accompanied by a hissing white smoke, scalding a small pit of varying depth on the stone surface.

His face was ashen, his life force nearly exhausted, and his breath so weak that he might die at any moment, yet his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

There was no pain of being seriously injured and on the verge of death, no resentment of defeat and fall, only extreme clarity and almost obsessive calmness.

A vast, ancient voice that seemed to transcend time suddenly rang out, bypassing his ears and the air, directly resounding deep within the consciousness of the Eastern Self, causing his soul to tremble slightly.

"The fact that you, a newcomer, were able to break through the double bone gate and step into this place is enough to prove that you have collected all eight pieces of divine and demonic remains and completed the Bone Unification Technique in Tianxuan."

"very good."

Lu Moshen spoke softly, his tone carrying a hint of relief that had settled over the past thirty years. As he spoke, the golden demonic blood flowing from his severed arm became increasingly rapid, his primordial power rapidly dissipating, a sight that horrified onlookers.

"You must be wondering why I didn't refine and retrieve this piece of ulna bone myself, willingly severing my foundation and leaving behind a flaw."

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and a deep sense of helplessness and apprehension flashed in his eyes—the only apprehension that belonged to the Supreme Demon God towards the Lord of the Undying Palace.

"Because I cannot. You have already experienced it firsthand. After the eight bones returned to their places, the divine and demonic skeleton was completely locked to its own soul. As long as the bones are there, the god is there; when the bones perish, the god perishes. Every piece of the remains is tightly connected to my original life, and there is no possibility of separation."

"Back then, I fought a fierce battle with the Lord of the Undying Palace. His left arm was shattered by his own hand, and he branded his exclusive Supreme Death Mark on every bone fragment. This mark is extremely vicious; it does not invade the flesh or disturb the blood and qi, but only targets the skeletal structure and soul of gods and demons."

"If I forcibly refine and retrieve the remaining bones, the Death Mark will spread throughout my body instantly along the veins of the divine and demonic skeleton, eventually taking root in the origin of my soul."

At that time, not only will my cultivation be completely destroyed and I die, but my remnant soul will also be controlled by the secret techniques of the Undying Hall, becoming their eternal puppet, at their beck and call, with no way to escape.

"I removed and sealed this core ulna bone, firstly to sever the foundation for the spread of the death seal, to preserve my own remnant soul, and to leave a glimmer of hope for survival."

Secondly, the purest and most flawless essence of gods and demons is left here, awaiting those destined to be discovered in future generations.

Lu Moshen's gaze pierced through thirty long years, transcending the barriers of time and space, and intersected with the present-day Dongfang Weiwo across the void.

Those eyes, which had witnessed countless vicissitudes and the destruction of countless worlds, were now incredibly solemn.

"Young man, you are not my direct disciple, and we have no master-disciple relationship. Your ability to reach this place, gather the eight bones, and break through the secret gate is all due to your own good fortune and skill, and has nothing to do with me."

But if you wish to take this ulna and complete the divine and demonic skeleton, you must remember three matters of life and death.

"Firstly, the Death Mark has not been eradicated. The thirty years of sealing in the secret realm can only continuously weaken the power of the mark, but cannot completely eliminate it."

The moment you refine the ulna bone, the dormant death seal that has been lying dormant for many years will erupt completely, launching a deadly backlash against your skeleton and soul.

"If you survive this ordeal, your ulna will be yours, and your skeleton will be complete; if you fail, you will follow in my footsteps, your soul imprisoned, and become a puppet of the Undying Palace."

"Secondly, with the nine bones united, the divine and demonic skeleton will be completely perfected, and you will be completely free from the shackles of heaven and earth. The laws of the Heavenly Martial and Heavenly Profound realms will be completely dissolved, and you will no longer be bound by the Heavenly Dao of any realm."

But every advantage has its disadvantage; you will also completely lose your belonging to either realm, becoming an outsider to the laws of the heavens, the only one of its kind throughout eternity. Without the protection of the Heavenly Dao, without the support of the Earthly Realm, your path ahead is desolate and fraught with peril.

"Thirdly, and most importantly, it concerns your future life and death."

Lu Moshen's voice suddenly lowered, becoming as thin as a whisper, yet every word resonated deeply, carrying a solemn admonition that transcended the ages.

"The Lord of the Undying Palace, ranked ninth on the Supreme Realm list, possesses immense strength and unpredictable methods. Thirty years ago, he went so far as to cross realms to hunt me down. What he sought was neither my demon god remains nor the jade slips and secret records I left behind, but an unparalleled secret artifact that I brought from the Heavenly Profound Immortal Realm to the Heavenly Martial Realm."

"This object is not in Shattered Bone Ridge, nor is it within this ulna. Only a perfectly intact divine or demonic skeleton can sense its hidden location."

"Once you find it, you will find your true path home—not the path back to Tianxuan, but..."

The voice abruptly stopped, abruptly halting.

There was no follow-up, no answer. It was as if that final journey home involved forbidden secrets, which even the Demon God Lü dared not speak of openly.

The golden illusion in his mind shattered with a crash, and the figure of the Demon God Lu turned into countless tiny golden specks, which dissipated with the wind and were completely annihilated in the long river of time.

The next instant, the dark gold rudder bone on the stone platform suddenly trembled violently, its fine primal patterns writhing wildly, alternating between light and dark. An extremely cold, purely deathly, terrifying aura surged out along the patterns, instantly filling the entire stone chamber.

The deathly aura solidified, and a black wind suddenly arose!

The Death Mark, dormant for thirty years, has been completely revived!

On the surface of the ulna, a pitch-black palm print slowly emerged, its five fingers distinct and its muscles refined, exuding the supreme pressure and chilling killing intent of a supreme powerhouse. This was the exclusive supreme mark of the Undying Hall Master, which had been sealed for thirty years and pierced through layers of spatial barriers to reappear in the world.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out.

The dark gold crystals on the stone chamber's dome instantly dimmed, their once warm and expansive golden light completely swallowed and covered by thick, inky black energy. The pitch-black death energy rapidly condensed in mid-air, quickly forming a blurry human face outline.

The human face was indistinct and its features were unclear. Only two eerie green flames burned fiercely in the eye sockets, flickering erratically, exuding a cold indifference that looked down on all living beings, as well as a faint hint of mockery.

The Lord of the Undying Palace, a wisp of the remnant consciousness of a supreme being, has forcibly descended at this moment, transcending the seal of thirty years!

There were no earth-shattering moves, no deafening roars.

Only an invisible and intangible, terrifying shockwave, specifically targeting the skeletons and souls of living beings, suddenly exploded, instantly engulfing the entire stone chamber.

The eight divine and demonic remains within Dongfang Weiwo's body, which had long been in harmony, trembled violently at the same time, their bone seams rumbling as if they were about to be forcibly shattered and stripped away by this supreme power.

The old wound on my left rib, which had been healed by the bone-protecting ointment, was throbbing with pain. The previously healed muscle texture was tearing again, and the two small cracks on my right arm, which had already healed, were torn open and enlarged in an instant, with blood instantly soaking through my clothes.

The dark gold protective membrane flowing across his body was as thin as paper in the face of this supreme and cruel power, and was instantly suppressed, dimmed and shattered.

The extremely dense death energy from the outside world surged wildly into his body through the cracked bone seams, spreading rapidly along the bone marrow and meridians, relentlessly eroding his original bone marrow and the foundation of his soul.

His pure Heavenly Martial Yuan Qi, at the mid-stage of the Yin-Yang Realm, was utterly powerless against this wisp of Supreme Remnant Consciousness. It was instantly shattered and scattered, leaving him with no power to resist whatsoever.

The extreme chill of death permeated every limb and bone, rushing straight to the soul through the blood and marrow.

Dongfang Weiwo's consciousness rapidly blurred, black tides constantly rose at the edge of his vision, his senses in his limbs and body gradually peeled away and became numb, his whole body stiffened and cold, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of deathly silence, powerless to struggle and unable to break free.

Just as his soul was about to completely sink and be devoured and controlled by the Death Seal, a delicate, crisp, and extremely gentle silver bell sound pierced through layers of thick rock and dense death energy, crossed endless barriers, and entered the silent stone chamber from afar, gently falling into his collapsing sea of ​​consciousness.

Extremely light, extremely far away, yet incredibly clear, piercing through all illusion and darkness.

It is Lin Xiaoman from Lingwai.

No one knows why an ordinary silver bell can penetrate the layers of seals and endless death energy of the secret realm beneath Shattered Bone Ridge, and no one knows why the sound of a mere mortal medicine girl's bell can directly shake the souls of gods and demons and resist the Supreme Death Seal.

The instant the bell rang, the bone-protecting ointment in Dongfang Weiwo's arms, which was about to run out of medicinal power, suddenly burst out with an extremely rich, dark green soft light.

The soft light penetrated his clothes, skin, and bones, reaching his very soul and spirit, transforming into a warm, mellow, and endlessly vital force that steadily supported his sinking and collapsing consciousness.

The Fragrance of Preserving Bones!

The Lin family's secret medicine, passed down for thousands of years, is known to the world only for its ability to protect bones, heal fractures, and prevent injury. However, its true miraculous use is unknown: it protects not the complete shape of the bones, but the life force within them, the very foundation upon which the soul is rooted in the body, and can resist the death energy, evil seals, and soul erosion of the heavens.

The emerald green, vibrant light and the restless dark gold divine and demonic power within his body suddenly converged, intertwined, and merged.

One is the ultimate vitality of humankind, and the other is the transcendence of the origins of gods and demons in two realms. The two forces collide and intertwine, without mutual repulsion or confrontation, but instead rapidly merge, giving birth to a brand-new, strange power that lies between the laws of Heavenly Martial and Heavenly Profound.

This is a power unique to the East, a bridge of laws connecting the two realms and transcending all heavens!

The arrogant and rampant black death mark palm print in mid-air suddenly emitted a piercing shriek, the sound waves sharp and shrill, carrying extreme terror and pain.

The dark, five-fingered phantom twisted, dissipated, and faded wildly.

On the face formed by the black mist, the eerie green flames flickered violently, their light and shadow shifting erratically. For the first time, this wisp of supreme consciousness, which had remained for thirty years, showed vivid emotions of astonishment and fear.

It sensed a deadly crisis and wanted to retreat, to escape, and to be completely annihilated to protect itself!

But it was too late.

The intermingling of light and dark beams surged upwards, following the entanglements of thirty years and the original veins of the Death Seal, and crashed into that wisp of the remnant consciousness of the Supreme Being of the Undying Palace!