The buried bones of the Withered Ancestor lie in an ancient, frigid abyss, its depths serving as a tomb. I was the first sacrifice to awaken it.
Xuan Yuan dragged his shattered body, its bones corroded by icy marrow, onward. The imprint of the Heaven-Measuring Ruler burned in his palm. Behind him stood a bronze gate of thorns that devoured vitality; beneath his feet stretched a frozen wasteland of buried souls, where the Withered Ancestor's malice surged. Want to live? He had only one choice: take tribulation fire as his hammer and ice spirit as his anvil, forging himself into a thorny blood blade aimed at the scheme buried with the bones!
A true ice dragon coiled over his shoulder, while an Ice Spirit sealed within an imperial maiden's soul pearl. When the bronze key was inserted into the Thorn Gate, the Withered Ancestor's bones opened their chaotic eye. Would the Dao foundation forged from this body be a path to shatter the cycle of reincarnation, or a tribulation fire that would burn the heavens to ash?
