"It's better to die clean than this useless bone." Amidst the scorn from his classmates, young Lin Ye held the black broken bone at the bottom of the secret realm.
Ye Qinghan, the first genius of the Immortal Sect, was looking down at the people, but he didn't know that his "brother" Xiao Chen behind him was smiling at him, and the magic lines on his palms had quietly spread.
Only Yun Qingxue on the top of the sword peak, with a sword that frosted the fourteen states, reflected in his eyes the cracks in the sky that were breaking apart that no one could see.
Until that day, the sky cracked. The skeleton boy returned from the abyss. Behind him, the skeleton throne reached the sky and the earth. He asked softly: "Everyone, are you ready to repay your debt?"
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking