All the Immortals in the Heavens Are Ghosts, So I Fight Evil Immortals with My Mortal Body

A cold dagger dug into Lin Xuan's shoulder blade. Bound to a stone platform, he had all four limbs pinned down.

Followers of a false god planned to carve out his bones and drain his blood as an offering to their so-called gods and Buddhas.

The moment the blade pried open the gap between his bones, a surge of searing black liquid erupted from deep within his marrow.

The followers screamed as they shriveled into mummified corpses. Iron nails flew loose, and the stone platform shattered.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes, dark red flames burning deep in his pupils.

He looked down at his bones as they regenerated, covered in black runes that did not belong to this era.

Only later did he learn what they were called: the Reborn Dao-Reversing Bone Veins.

Bones made to kill false gods.