Bonemoor

Chen Huang, a mortal, was born with necrosis of his left arm. He was an ant in the dust who could not condense the Dharma Mirror and was judged by Tiangui as a "dead account". But he had a dull iron-bone-peeling knife hidden in his boot that was not stained with spiritual power. Iron has no cause and effect and is not monitored by the sky. While countless geniuses hung black mirrors on their foreheads and knelt to welcome the immortal envoys, vying to burn themselves into the slag of heaven, Chen Huang was silently sharpening the iron with his withered and cracked hands in the dark and windy corner. Practitioners cultivate heaven, and he cultivates swords. From the smelly cement ditch where the broken lanterns gather, to the secret realm of slaughter where blood and flesh are everywhere, to the boundary wall fairy pass that shakes the heavens. Since the gods and gods in the sky are all puppets under the dusty net of Taixu, then use this roughest blunt knife to cut off the silk thread called "Heaven Rail" on the backbones of the gods and Buddhas in the sky. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.