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

boom!

A silent yet earth-shaking roar exploded.

A powerful shockwave swept through the stone chamber, causing the demon god's stone platform to crack, with the cracks rapidly spreading across the entire surface. The dark gold crystal in the dome shattered into powder, golden light mingling with black death energy and scattering in all directions.

The tremors spread along the rock strata, penetrating thousands of feet of soil and traversing Broken Bone Ridge. Bones crumbled and collapsed in the mountains, rock walls caved in and shattered, and deathly energy surged like a black raging wave, causing the entire Broken Bone Ridge to tremble violently.

Outside the ridge, hundreds of cultivators instantly changed color.

The previously wary crowd fell silent, everyone staring at the dark entrance to the rift, their faces filled with fear. The ground continued to shake, and the weaker cultivators staggered backward.

The Grand Commander of Eagle Fortress looked up, his gaze fixed on the depths of the rift, his breath tense, and his grip on his gun tightened.

Chou Gongfeng's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling slightly: "Anomalies in the core of the earth... the Demon God's Mystic Realm! Thirty years ago, when the Demon God Lu's bones were sealed and he perished, there was a similar tremor. Could it be... that the Demon God's legacy, dormant for thirty years, has been obtained by that young man who fell from the Heavenly Profound Realm?"

A chill ran through everyone.

Those present were well aware of the significance of the secret realm beneath Shattered Bone Ridge—the ultimate opportunity left behind by the Demon God Lü, which had trapped and killed countless geniuses, sealed away for thirty years, with no one able to set foot there. Today's unusual activity indicated that something had changed beneath the surface.

All eyes were fixed on the dark crack.

At the entrance to the rift, Lin Xiaoman stood tall amidst the deathly aura and eerie wind. She clutched the silver bell in her hair with both hands; the bell's twang trembled slightly, her fingertips turned white, and cold sweat seeped from her palms.

She didn't understand the power struggles of the underground realm, the duel between the remnant consciousness of the Supreme Being and the skeleton of gods and demons, or the secrets of the laws of the two realms and the heavens. She remembered her grandmother's last words: "When the incense in the bone-guarding area stirs and the silver bell rings on its own, it means that the life force within the bones is about to die. You must use the sound of the bell to calm the soul and the incense to protect the life."

Just now, she sensed that Dongfang Weiwo's life force was declining and on the verge of extinction. Without hesitation, she activated the power of her bloodline to protect her bones and rang the silver bell.

She knew the underground was dangerous, but she didn't rush in impulsively. Instead, she bit her lower lip and waited quietly, her eyes fixed on the entrance to the crevice.

"As promised, I'll wait for you here."

Speaks softly, yet with unwavering conviction.

In the underground stone chamber, the wind and waves subsided, and the shockwaves receded.

Dongfang Weiwo knelt on one knee, his palm tightly gripping the dark gold ruler bone, his fingertips pressed against the bone's patterns. The black death mark palm print in mid-air shattered and dissipated, the remnant consciousness of the Undying Palace Supreme being annihilated by the newly born power of the two realms.

The black aura on his ulna faded, and the dark gold primordial luster flowed, resonating with the eight divine and demonic remains in his body, producing a clear bone chime.

The next scene unfolds slowly.

The dark gold ulna bone perfectly overlapped with the outline of his left arm ulna. The two bone segments, from the same origin, had fit together in the same position across thirty years.

The ulna gradually integrated into the muscles and bone marrow of his left arm.

There was no pain whatsoever.

Only when the power of perfect clarity flows throughout the body can the soul and body be unified in a state of perfect purity.

Click—

A soft sound came from deep within the bone marrow.

The nine pieces of divine and demonic remains have been completely returned to their original positions, fitting perfectly!

A dark golden light burst forth from his marrow. It was no longer a scattered glimmer, but a unified, perfect divine light. The golden light traveled throughout his entire skeleton, from his head to his fingertips, from his spine to his limbs. Bone fractures, old wounds, and hidden ailments were all washed away and repaired.

The old wound on his left rib has healed, the slight crack in his right arm has been filled, all the sutures in his body have closed, and his skeleton is now flawless and translucent.

The Heavenly Martial Qi and the Origin of Gods and Demons are completely fused and tempered, giving birth to a brand-new physique that transcends the laws of both realms.

Dongfang Weiwo's mind was clear and he perceived his own transformation.

The Heavenly Martial Laws that had once suppressed him vanished without a trace. The Heavenly Profound Origin Imprint was also fading.

At this moment, he exists outside of both realms.

It does not belong to Tianwu, nor does it belong to Tianxuan.

Not bound by either realm, nor protected by either.

A true outsider.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping across the stone chamber before settling on the bottom of the cracked stone platform.

The hidden compartment at the bottom of the stone opens automatically.

The hidden compartment was empty except for a small, palm-sized piece of white bone.

The bone fragment bears the inscription of the Demon God Lü:

"The way back is not where we came from, but in the land we have not yet trod. The complete skeleton can sense the location of my hidden treasures—the Hall of Immortality, the seventh bone pillar under the Bridge of Oblivion. I left something there to break the deadlock."

Dongfang Weiwo put the bone fragment into his bosom.

He turned around and calmly stepped out of the passageway.

The bone stone gate behind him opened on its own, turning into bone dust and dissipating. The thirty-year seal was completely broken.

The deathly aura from the outside world surged in, yet it could not get even a fraction of a distance from him.

The perfect divine and demonic skeleton spread out a dark golden light curtain, within which all evil could not invade.

Holding a bamboo cane, he walked calmly out of the crevice.

As the sun began to set in the west, dusk deepened.

Three of the nine blazing suns of Tianwu sank below the horizon, while the remaining six suns hung in the western sky, their dim, yellow afterglow spreading across the earth.

Outside the ridge pass, more than a hundred cultivators remained silent.

All eyes were fixed on that figure.

Dongfang Weiwo's cultivation level remained at the mid-stage of the Yin-Yang Realm, without any surge or breakthrough.

However, his overall demeanor has already undergone a transformation.

The deep golden luster within his skeleton was calm and profound, seemingly natural. His aura was aloof and detached, carrying an air of transcendence, making him someone no one dared to look directly at.

The Grand Commander of Eagle Fortress was ashen-faced, gripping his black iron spear tightly.

With his sharp eyes, he saw through it all at a glance—the ultimate opportunity of the Shattered Bone Ridge Demon God had been obtained by the young man before him and perfectly integrated.

This person has undergone a complete transformation and is no longer the junior who could be manipulated at will.

"What did you get out of it?"

His voice was hoarse, and the tip of his gun was pointed directly at Dongfang Weiwo's throat.

Dongfang Weiwo remained calm and did not reply.

He raised his right hand, palm up.

Dark golden light condensed, transforming into a three-inch short sword. The sword body was translucent, with nine hundred and ninety-nine array patterns densely arranged, the patterns resembling breathing.

The Key Seal of Gods and Demons has been completely restored.

The three-inch demonic sword solidified for a moment before dissipating.

In a split second, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically.

Qiu Gongfeng took a half step back, the copper hammer bear hand pressed down on the heavy hammer, the long sword on the old man's knee hummed, and the six gazes of the Black Scale Merchant Guild were all locked on Dongfang Weiwo.

At this moment, everyone in the room understood.

The outcome of this year's bone-worshiping ceremony is already decided.

The only winner is the East, and only I am.

The deathly aura split off on its own three feet in front of him.

He leaned on his bamboo cane, walked through the crowd, and stopped in front of Lin Xiaoman.

Lin Xiaoman looked up at him; the silver bells in his hair had stopped ringing. She examined him closely, pressed his injured left rib, and then squeezed his right arm to make sure the injury was gone before exhaling a breath of stale air and relaxing her brows and eyes.

"Did you go back?"

Dongfang Weiwo nodded and handed back the empty ceramic jar of bone-protecting ointment.

Lin Xiaoman took it, looked it over twice, and smiled: "The Guardian Incense is all used up. I'll ask Grandmother to make another jar when I get back."

She carefully put the empty jar into her medicine pouch, then turned and walked away. The silver bells swayed gently in the twilight, their sound clear and melodious.

Behind him, the commander of Eagle Fortress slammed his gun to the ground.

Bang!

Dust and gravel flew everywhere.

"Dongfang Weiwo! Our life-or-death pact within the mountains is not yet fulfilled! The rules of the Bone Sacrifice Ceremony are clear; you cannot escape!"

Dongfang Weiwo's steps did not stop, his voice was clear and cold:

"You set the rules."

"We'll decide our fate within three days at the mountain pass. I'll enter the pass, and I'll leave. It's your problem if you, with your large army, dare not make a move."

"If you want to make up for this defeat, you can come anytime."

The bamboo cane touches the ground.

"I reside in the Lin family of Qingzhu Town, and I await your arrival."

The commander of Eagle Fortress was ashen-faced, his killing intent surging, but his feet were rooted to the spot, and he dared not step forward.

He had three hundred armored cavalry, peak Yin-Yang Realm retainers, and powerful external aids under his command, but when faced with this perfect divine and demonic skeleton, he felt only apprehension and fear.

He knew that Dongfang Weiwo was unfathomable at this moment.

If a forceful move is made, the outcome is uncertain.

The entire room fell silent.

I, the only one from the East, have taken a hundred steps.

The curtain of the Black Scale Merchant Guild's ebony carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man in a black robe leaned out and nodded slightly: "If you have the time, the Black Scale Merchant Guild headquarters in Iron Feather City will have tea ready for you. We would like to forge a good relationship."

My steps in the East have never ceased.

Lin Xiaoman walked alongside him.

As dusk deepened, the setting sun cast long shadows of two figures, one tall and one short, blending into the deepening night.

Behind them, the rift in Shattered Bone Ridge churned with deathly energy, and a chilling wind howled. The thirty-year seal had been completely shattered, and the last remaining opportunity left by the Demon God Lü had come to an end.

Unknown to anyone, at the very bottom of Broken Bone Ridge, a pair of eyes that had been silent for countless ages slowly opened a crack amidst the earth-shattering tremors.

It has no pupils or beneficence; only a chaotic gray vortex slowly rotates within its eye sockets.

Deep within the vortex, a dark gold pattern faintly appeared, originating from the same source as the divine and demonic skeleton pattern within his body.

A crack silently spread upwards, penetrating the rock layers and tearing a hair-thin rift in the surface of Tianwu.

A wisp of unknown energy drifted out, crossing mountains, cities, and wilderness, and disappeared into the palace in the southeast that was shrouded in black mist all year round.

Palace of the Immortal.

Deep within the secret chamber, eyes that had been silent for thirty years suddenly opened.

There was no pearl, no benevolence, only a ghostly green flame flickering and surging.

A hoarse voice echoed:

"Thirty years have passed..."

"Lu Demon God, what you've hidden for thirty years has finally been taken away by someone else."

The eerie green flames surged, casting a ghastly green hue over the secret room.

The nine blazing suns of Tianwu sank into the sea of ​​embers, and the last ray of light dissipated.

Shattered Bone Ridge sank into darkness.