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

When Dongfang Weiwo walked out of the south gate of Iron Feather City, the nine suns had already completely sunk into the end of the Ember Sea.

A pale blue light spread from the horizon, bathing the ancient road, dense forest, and barren hills outside the south gate in a chilling blue hue.

A night breeze blew in from the direction of the Sea of ​​Ashes, carrying with it a dry, acrid smell.

Blood Infant Granny stood in the very center of the ancient road.

She was wrapped in a long robe made of countless tiny bone fragments, sewn together with blood-red threads, and each seam emanated a dark red aura of death.

Her face was hidden in the shadow of her hooded, bone-bound robe, revealing only her eyes—eyes with milky-white pupils.

Like two worn-down bone beads, each with a tiny, blood-red dot in the middle, slightly contracting, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey.

Behind her followed twelve Blood Bone Cult disciples, each holding a blood-red bone staff, arranged in a fan shape.

The most eye-catching figure was the blood-drained old man standing to her right, his left shoulder wrapped in a thick, blood-red bandage, the bone fracture beneath which was slowly healing.

When he saw Dongfang Weiwo walk out of the city gate, the muscles on his old face twitched, and his left shoulder, wrapped in bandages, involuntarily shrank back.

Blood Infant Granny raised a withered, bony hand and flipped the hood back.

Her face was exposed to the pale blue light, the shriveled skin clinging to her skull, making her look like a skull covered with a translucent parchment.

Her lips were so thin they were almost invisible, and the teeth she revealed when she spoke were neither flesh-colored nor white, but a dark red that had been stained with blood for too long.

"Little one, I have lived in the territory of Iron Feather City for three hundred years and have changed my skeleton three times."

From the Life and Death Realm to the late stage of the Life and Death Realm, every step I've taken has been by stepping on the bones of others.

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, yet it carried a strange tenderness at the end, as if she were coaxing a disobedient child.

"The divine and demonic skeleton on your body is indeed a treasure that is one in a million; I can see that."

So I won't kill you. Take off your skeleton and leave the little girl who guards the sign. I'll spare your life and let you leave this ancient road with a bamboo cane.

The swordsman behind you—

Her gaze swept over Yan Fei, and her two bone-bead-like pupils contracted slightly, but quickly returned to calm.

"A sword cultivator at the Yin-Yang Realm? No, the aura is off. But it doesn't matter."

Even someone at the early stage of the Reincarnation Realm couldn't withstand my Bone-Changing Technique. You can still hand over your skeleton now.

Dongfang Wei slammed his bamboo staff into the ground, the end of the staff sinking an inch into the soil.

The fracture in your left shoulder, senior, is something mentioned in the information the Blood-Dried Elder gave you—the sword strike that shattered the bone domain of the Life and Death Realm from the Yin-Yang Realm.

What you fear is never Yan Fei, but me. You fear that when my skeleton undergoes its transformation, stronger fragments of laws will awaken, shattering your new skeleton as well.

The smile of the Blood Infant Granny froze for a moment.

In those eyes, which were like bone beads, the blood-red dots suddenly shrank to two pinpoints.

Without another word, she suddenly thrust her hands out from under her bone robe, her ten fingers drawing ten blood-red streaks in the air.

The twelve Blood Bone Cult disciples behind her simultaneously plunged their bone staffs into the ground and chanted a deep bone incantation in unison.

The crimson crystals embedded in the twelve bone staffs lit up simultaneously, their light weaving into a massive crimson magic circle in the night sky.

At the center of the magic circle, the Blood Infant Granny's body began to swell.

It wasn't her physical body that was swelling, but rather the deathly aura surrounding her that was surging—dark red deathly aura poured out from every seam of her bone robe, condensing into a bone demon phantom hundreds of feet tall above her head.

The outline of the phantom kept twisting and changing, eventually settling into a huge skeletal monster—with two horns on its head, barbs growing along its spine, ribs spread out like cages, and viscous blood-red liquid flowing from the surface of each bone.

The Bone Transformation Technique. Her latest third skeleton—rumored to be bone armor from the remains of an ancient ferocious beast—revealed its true form under the infusion of death energy.

Those were not human bones, but the remains of a ferocious beast that had been sealed for countless millennia. The Blood Infant Granny forcibly refined them using forbidden techniques of the Blood Bone Sect, replacing her original skeleton.

She suppressed the remnants of the ancient ferocious beast's will deep within its skeleton with death energy, making it the source of power she could wield at will.

The hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom opened its maw in the night sky and let out a silent roar.

There was no sound, but the sound waves transformed into substantial shockwaves, sweeping outwards in all directions from the phantom image as the center.

The shockwave uprooted the dense forests on both sides of the ancient road, sending splinters of wood and soil tumbling through the air and forcing the lone cultivators who were lying in ambush back a hundred feet.

On the south gate city wall, Master Mo and Bai Wuchen stood side by side.

Master Mo's fingers tapped lightly in his sleeve, the rhythm rapid and disordered—this was the first time in his twenty years in charge of the Iron Feather City branch that he had lost his composure while watching the battle.

Bai Wuchen's hand rested on the hilt of his sword. His white robes fluttered in the wind whipped up by the illusory figure of the Bone Demon. His sword hummed in its sheath, as if it were eager to be drawn, but he still did not move.

The rule of not taking sides in the Valley of Life and Death is an ironclad law that he cannot break, at least not now.

Ya Jiu stood in the shadows at the highest point of the city tower, the Reincarnation Escape Talisman already clenched between his fingers.

He was only waiting for one thing—if Dongfang Weiwo crushed the teleportation talisman he had given him, he would be able to sense the teleportation fluctuations and know their location immediately. But what if Dongfang Weiwo didn't crush it? He didn't think further.

Amidst the roar of the bone demon phantom, a completely different howl echoed from the ancient road outside the south gate.

It wasn't a roar, but a chilling, sharp hissing sound, like a thousand needles scraping against glass at the same time.

Wanqifeng stood on a barren hill on the east side of the ancient road, holding a black beast-taming whip in his hand, the tip of the whip whistling an arc in the air.

Beneath his feet, the soil of the barren hill was churning violently, as if something was wriggling underground.

The soil exploded.

A dark purple beast eye the size of a head emerged from the ground, followed by a second and a third—the three beast eyes were arranged in a triangle, each pupil vertically oriented, with a hungry, ghostly green flame burning deep within the pupil.

Then the entire barren hill split open, and a colossal beast, grayish-white in color and as tall as a city tower, rose from the ground.

One of the guardian beasts of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain is the Bone-Eating Beast.

Its appearance is somewhere between a monitor lizard and a centipede. Its body is made up of hundreds of bone segments, each covered with grayish-white bony armor. Countless hair-thin tentacles extend from the gaps in the bony armor and wriggle in the air.

The most terrifying thing was its head—it had no eyes, no nose, only a huge mouth that occupied the entire head, with a dozen or so circles of inward-curving sharp teeth arranged in a dense pattern, each tooth gleaming with a metallic luster.

Specializes in countering skeletal supernatural powers.

The Bone-Eating Beast's name isn't given lightly. The creature encyclopedia of the Tianwu Continent states:

The Bone-Eating Beast feeds on bones; its teeth can crush thousands of bones, and the corrosive liquid secreted from its mouth can dissolve any skeletal structure.

There are three Bone-Eating Beasts that have been tamed in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain over the generations. This one has lived for six hundred years and has eaten the remains of no less than ten experts at the Life and Death Realm. The bone fragments still on its teeth have not been completely digested to this day.

The Blood Infant Granny's hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom is in the east, while the Bone-Eating Beast of Wanqi Peak is in the west.

Two combatants at the Life and Death Realm and a strange beast that specializes in defeating bones have squeezed the ancient road outside the South Gate into a pocket.

At the bottom of the pocket were the high walls of Iron Feather City, and at the opening were more than sixty reckless rogue cultivators and the combined forces of three parties.

Lin Xiaoman stood behind Dongfang Weiwo, her knuckles white as she gripped the bamboo cane.

Her medicine pouch contained six jars of freshly brewed bone-strengthening ointment, but she knew very well—tonight's battle, of this magnitude,

Bone-protecting ointment has a negligible effect.

This was not the deathly aura that eroded the area in Shattered Bone Ridge, but a full-force attack that directly confronted the late-stage Life and Death Realm.

She gritted her teeth, neither backing down nor uttering a word. She simply gripped the short bamboo cane in her hand even tighter.

Dongfang Weiwo took a step forward, his bamboo staff planted on the ground, and dark golden light spread from his palm to the staff.

For the first time since his awakening, the divine and demonic skeleton within him actively pushed the fusion rate to its limit—30%.

The dark gold longsword materialized in his right hand, and the ten ring patterns on the blade lit up simultaneously. The newly formed tenth pattern emitted a brighter light at the hilt than the other nine.

As if sensing something, it was sending a silent call in some distant direction.

Blood Infant Granny did not give him a chance to make the first move.

The hundred-foot-tall bone demon phantom raised both arms simultaneously, its two enormous bone claws joining together in the night sky, their ten fingers interlaced to form a giant fist, which crashed down towards Dongfang Weiwo.

This punch had no moves, no techniques, only pure overwhelming power—a full-force strike from the late stage of the Life and Death Realm was enough to level a small hill.

At the same time, Wanqifeng's Bone-Eating Beasts launched an attack.

Its massive mouth opened wide, and a dozen or so rings of sharp teeth turned outwards simultaneously. A stream of dark green corrosive liquid gushed out from deep within its throat, transforming into a thick column of liquid that shot directly towards the location where Dongfang Weiwo was standing.

Wherever the corrosive liquid passed, the air was scorched and emitted a burnt smell, and the gravel on the ground turned into black pus the moment it came into contact with the droplets.

A pincer attack.

Bone and fluid, one hard and one rotten, perfectly counteract the two characteristics of the divine and demonic skeleton.

Although Blood Infant Granny and Wanqifeng had only temporarily joined forces, both of them were veterans of the Life and Death Realm, and with their first move, they sealed off all possible escape routes for Dongfang Weiwo.

The dark gold longsword cleaved out the first arc, striking the giant fist of the bone demon phantom.

The sword light and the bone fist collided in mid-air, and what erupted was not an explosion, but a head-on collision of two laws—the death aura law of the Blood Infant Granny versus the extraterrestrial law of the God and Demon Skeleton.

The dark gold arc severed three of the bone fist's five fingers, but the bone fist was too large. The severed parts instantly regenerated with the replenishment of death energy, and the fist continued to smash down without diminishing its momentum.

At the same time, the corrosive liquid column of the Bone-Eating Beast arrived. Dongfang Weiwu dodged to the side, and the liquid column grazed his left shoulder. The clothes on his shoulder instantly turned to ashes. The moment the dark gold skeleton came into contact with the corrosive liquid, a piercing hissing sound erupted. A shallow pit was corroded on the surface of the skeleton. The dark gold substance quickly surged to repair the damage, but the repair speed was obviously half a beat slower than usual.

The corrosive liquid of the Bone-Eating Beast can indeed counteract the Divine Demon Skeleton.

The Blood Infant Granny let out a shrill laugh.

Little one, even your divine and demonic skeleton isn't omnipotent. The corrosive liquid of the Bone-Eating Beast can destroy any bone; you are destined to be my prey today.

Surrender and I'll spare you some pain.