Endless deserts and ten thousand towering mountains, a hundred thousand emperors in suspended coffins! Just as the genius bone-pattern master Jiang Dongyang defies fate, the ruthless Sacred Sacrifice Palace strips him of everything. Unwilling to meet his end, he sets himself ablaze and is reborn a thousand years later. He completes the fragmented legacy of the Primordial God of Slaughter and rises to power, unraveling the mystery of the coffins suspended in the starry sky and escaping the land cursed by reincarnation to restore the eternal glory of bone cultivators. With the bones of countless living beings, he wages war across the world, breaks forbidden realms, treads into the Immortal Realm, and slashes through the stars. Whether it is a great world or a lesser one, none can stand against my army of Bone Warriors as it dominates the heavens!
No, this writing style looks like it was pieced together from other novels. So embarrassing. I'm not afraid of the imitation routines, but I'm afraid of the emotional plot that has no beginning and no end... I couldn't watch it after two chapters. Illogical behavior, emotionless plot... What the hell are these?