Immortal Bone

In the 900th year of the Tianyuan calendar, bad news came from the No. 1 Sword Sect in Qingming Continent—Lu Zhaoran, a genius disciple of the Xiantian Dao Body, betrayed the sect and killed his mentor. The sect offered a reward of 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones and vowed to chop his bones alive. No one knew that the young man huddled at the bottom of the cold pool with all his meridians cut off was the real Lu Zhaoran. When his innate Taoist bones were gouged out by the daughter of the leader, the black sword pill that had been dormant for thousands of years in the Dantian suddenly woke up. The ancient sword tomb roared, thunder from the sky split open the mountain guarding formation, and the young man's blood-stained fingers inserted into the stone wall, leaving forty-nine blood marks on the ancient inscriptions engraved with the fifties of the avenue and the forty-nine days of the sky. Now that I have taken away the number of forty-nine... The young man looked at the incomplete Dao lines that appeared on his palm, and a stern smile appeared on his lips, then I did what I wanted to do to escape. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.