Renegade Immortal's Defiant Bones

The purer your spiritual roots, the more miserably you die. The sooner you ascend, the faster you die.

I am a good-for-nothing with mixed spiritual roots. The Heavenly Dao cannot bind me.

The Heavenly Dao is unkind, treating all things as straw dogs.

We rebels with defiant bones wield ourselves as blades.

Six hundred years of cultivation, five acts of redemption,

seven words to end it all: My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's.

When I turn this world upside down, you five beauties will be arguing so loudly that my head will ache.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.