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

When Chuan Ying crossed the gate of light, his landing motion was completely different from that of Yan Fei.

When Yan Fei stepped into the Tianwu Continent, the bluestone beneath his feet silently cracked and healed, as if sword energy was testing how hard the laws of this world were.

When Chuan Ying stepped into the Tianwu Continent, there were no unusual phenomena under his feet.

His presence was so composed that no one in the trading hall noticed the extra person in the corner immediately.

But Dongfang Weiwo noticed another detail—the thick-backed sword that Chuan Ying always carried at his waist.

The moment it stepped through the gate of light, the jet-black blade light on its surface flickered with extreme restraint before falling silent again.

That's not restraint, it's building momentum.

A lurking tiger surveyed the unfamiliar jungle, temporarily sheathing its claws, but its muscles were already taut to the limit.

"Tianwu Continent".

Chuan Ying's voice was deep and calm, like the muffled sound of a boulder sinking into a deep pool, without splashing.

But the undercurrents beneath the surface are already surging.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping from the malevolent mist of Yin Jiuyou to the bone-devouring beast of Wanrenyue.

It lingered on the old copper coin in Lin Xiaoman's hand for a very brief moment before retracting it and landing on Dongfang Weiwo.

"The laws here are three times thicker than in the wilderness, and the spiritual energy is as dense as mud."

I need half an hour to adapt to my sword intent, and during the adaptation period, my combat power is only 70%.

"Half an hour later, I can hold off that bone-devouring beast and its master outside for you."

He took the thick-backed knife from his waist, placed it across his lap, and sat cross-legged on the stone slab in the corner.

His movements were exactly the same as Yan Fei's in the Iron Feather City guest room—both placed their weapons across their laps and closed their eyes to sense the laws and structures of the new world.

However, the way eagles perceive the laws is different from that of swallows.

Yan Fei used his sword energy to pierce the gap in the laws, searching for the weakest point of breakthrough;

Chuan Ying used his sword intent to slash into the core of the law, seeking the most solid support point.

The sword takes an unorthodox approach, the saber follows the straight and narrow. Two completely different paths, yet the destination is the same—shattering the void and transcending the limits of one's realm.

"Your skeleton is very interesting."

Chuan Ying, with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke a sentence that had nothing to do with the analysis of the laws.

"There are fragments of extraterrestrial laws within the bones, and each fragment carries the imprint of a different world."

Your skeleton does not belong to Tianwu, nor does it belong entirely to Tianxuan—it is an object from outside the realm. After being rejected by the laws of both worlds in turn, it found a balance in the gap.

This balance is extremely rare and dangerous. Once the fragments are all gathered and the skeleton is completely complete, it will have an ultimate collision with the Heavenly Martial Laws.

If you survive this, your skeleton will become the only legally recognized extraterrestrial remains in the Tianwu Continent.

If you can't withstand it, you'll be crushed by both worlds simultaneously.

He opened one eye, a glint brighter than a blade flashing in his gaze.

Therefore, what you need is not just fragments, but also the power to withstand the backlash of the laws at crucial moments.

My blade can cleave through one of the backlashes of the laws for you—but only once. The rest of the way, you must walk your own path.

Dongfang Wei leaned his bamboo cane against the stone pillar next to Chuanying and nodded solemnly to him.

There were no unnecessary formalities. Two peerless experts who had emerged from the desolate borderlands, one wielding a sword and the other a saber, one in a period of weakness and the other in a period of adaptation, yet their very existence was the most powerful counterattack against this desperate situation.

Beside a corner stone pillar, an old sword and a thick-backed knife, separated by an iron bamboo staff, silently formed a triangular formation.

Lin Xiaoman's eyes widened the moment Chuan Ying appeared, but she quickly regained her composure.

She had grown accustomed to it—accustomed to the fact that those who fell from the heavens always appeared beside Dongfang Weiwo in some unbelievable way.

She simply took out the fifth jar of bone-protecting ointment from her medicine pouch, placed it in front of Dongfang Weiwo, and then turned back to confront the gray-robed old man.

"The rules of Huan Gu Zhuang are that no physical contact is allowed in the trading hall."

She held the old copper coin high, the iron badge on the front gleaming dimly in the eerie green phosphorescent light, while the name on the back, marked with three knife marks, was shocking—Lin Huan Gu.

"This copper coin was given to his younger brother, Lin Huan Gu, by Lin Duan Gu, the third-generation guardian of the Lin family's coin-keeping system."

The founder of Huan Gu Zhuang was of the Lin family bloodline, and the first rule he established was that anyone who entered the Zhuang with a copper coin was a member of the family.

They are considered members of the Lin family and are protected by the Bone-Changing Manor.

For three hundred years, this rule has never been abolished. I now, as a member of the Lin family, request the protection of the manor's rules—to extend the auction until dawn. After dawn, I and my men will leave on our own and will not take any action within the manor.

The old man in gray stopped wielding his bone knife.

He slowly raised his cloudy old eyes and looked Lin Xiaoman up and down again. His gaze finally fell on the name on the back of the old copper coin, and he remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned the wooden sculpture he was carving over and used the tip of his bone knife to carve an iron plaque on the bottom of the sculpture that was exactly the same as the front of the copper coin.

The moment the emblem was fully engraved, four deep, resonant bone bells rang out simultaneously from the hidden compartments in the four corners of the trading hall—a sign that the rules of the Bone Transformation Manor had been activated.

The four chimes of the bone bell signify the activation of a protection order at the level of manor regulations, second only to the presence of the manor lord himself.

Those who possess old copper coins from the Lin family are considered members of the Lin family.

Before dawn, no one in this hall is permitted to lay a hand on her or her companions.

The old man in gray placed the wooden carving on his lap. His voice was not loud, but every word seemed to be carved into the stone slab with a bone knife.

"When the first rays of the nine suns shone through the gaps in the bone lanterns of the withered willow forest into the underground market after dawn, the protection automatically ceased."

At that time, no matter how you fight, Huan Gu Zhuang will not care.

But during the time before dawn, anyone who breaks the village rules will be considered an enemy of the entire Lin clan of Huan Gu Zhuang.

Beneath Yin Jiuyou's hood, his pupil-less eyes, filled with malevolent mist, churned violently for a moment.

He certainly knew the rules of Huan Gu Zhuang, and he also knew the connection between the Lin family of Huan Gu Zhuang and the main branch of the Lin family.

But he knew even better that the Bone Transformation Manor had operated in this no-man's-land for three hundred years, never participating in any sect disputes, relying on this ironclad rule.

If he makes a move now, the Bone-Changing Clan will really turn against him.

The Bone-Changing Manor itself is not scary, but the intricate bone trading network behind it is.

Spreading throughout every corner of the southeastern region of the Tianwu Continent, offending an underground force that controls one's lifeline would come at a great cost to the Yin Sha Sect.

He withdrew the evil mist and took a step back. But instead of leaving the trading hall, he retreated to the stone pillar at the entrance of the hall and sat down cross-legged.

A thin, gray cocoon of malevolent mist condensed around him, enveloping him entirely. He was waiting. Waiting for dawn.

Wan Renyue's reaction was more direct than Yin Jiuyou's.

He chained the Bone-Eating Beast to a stone pillar at the entrance of the trading hall, leaned against the beast's massive body, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.

The fully-formed Bone-Eating Beast's three vertically oriented dark purple eyes remained open, staring unblinkingly in the direction of Dongfang Weiwo.

The corrosive liquid dripped drop by drop from the gaps between the sharp teeth of its massive jaws, each drop scalding a shallow pit into the stone slab.

The fourth faction—the Blood Bone Cult—never entered the trading hall.

Bone Domain Perception revealed that the three Blood Bone Cult members quickly withdrew from the underground market after the Dawn Protection Order took effect, retreating towards the Blackwater Swamp.

But their retreat was not an abandonment; rather, it was a report.

Blood Infant Granny won't come to Bone Exchange Manor to take action herself, but she will definitely lay an ambush at some key point in the Bone Wasteland.

The Bone-Chang Manor is less than two hundred miles from the Bone Wasteland. After dawn, no matter which route the protagonist takes to leave, he will inevitably pass through her ambush zone.

The atmosphere in the trading hall shifted from tense and confrontational to one of intense, oppressive waiting.

At the suggestion of the old man in gray, the auctioneer restarted the auction, but no one cared what the items were anymore.

The independent cultivators left one after another, and the disciples of the small sects also chose to leave after discussing in hushed tones. Within half an hour, more than 90% of the irrelevant personnel in the entire trading hall were cleared out.

Only four forces remained: Dongfang Weiwo and his group occupied the corner on the left side of the trading platform; Chuan Ying sat cross-legged beside a stone pillar, tempering his sword intent; although Yan Fei was not there, a blue line carved with the tip of a sword had appeared on the stone wall behind the gray-robed old man at some point.

Yin Jiuyou stood blocking the stone pillar at the entrance, his body enveloped in a cocoon of malevolent mist; Wan Renyue leaned against the Bone-Eating Beast, feigning sleep.

The three eyes of the fully-formed Bone-Eating Beast slowly rotated in the eerie green light; the gray-robed old man sat upright on a high stone bench behind the trading platform.

He continued to slowly and deliberately carve the wooden sculpture.

During this gap, Dongfang Weiwo began the fusion of the fourth fragment.

He removed the bone fragment from his left wrist bone and placed it on his right finger bone.

The fourth fragment is an irregular bone piece slightly smaller than a palm, and its corresponding location in the fragment resonance network is the middle section of the radius of the left arm.

The moment the fragment touched the skeleton, an extremely thin stream of dark gold current surged from the finger bone into the entire skeleton, resonating simultaneously with the three existing fragments.

The fusion process was more intense than any of the previous three pieces—because the previous three fragments had already formed a stable resonance triangle within the body.

The addition of the fourth piece is equivalent to adding another dimension to this triangle, and the structure of the entire resonance network is forcibly reshaped in the instant of fusion.

The dark gold patterns on the radius of the left arm emerge, surge, and re-weave on the surface of the skeleton, gradually weaving the law imprint of the fourth fragment into the existing pattern system.

Left ulna (the core segment sealed by Lu Moshen), a trace amount of bone-protecting incense fragments, and right finger bone fragments.

A fragment of the midshaft of the radius—four dark gold lines intertwine on the surface of the skeleton to form a pattern several times more complex than before.

The frequencies of resonance between them tend to synchronize. The integration rate is steadily climbing—41%, 42%, 43%, and finally stopping at 45%.

It is only half a percent away from the 50% fusion rate required to break through the Life and Death Realm.

He already had a clear location for the fifth fragment.

The fragment resonance sensing network marked a spot of extremely intense dark gold light deep within the Bone Wasteland, brighter than any of the previous four fragments.

The locations of the sixth and seventh fragments were also detected—the sixth fragment was on a moving target.

It is highly likely that it was carried by a rogue cultivator or a disciple of a small sect.

It is moving towards the Bone Wasteland; the seventh piece is in the most unusual position, as it is not on any moving target.

It is not in the hands of any force, but is buried deep in a forbidden area at the deepest part of the Blackwater Swamp, enveloped by layers of natural restrictions and death energy.

That's the place the lame old man at the Blackwater Ferry mentioned, the place where Lu Moshen went thirty years ago.

The origin of Lin Family's Bone-Preserving Incense.