Ask the Bone

My immortal bones were dug away by the person I trusted the most. On the day of the Foundation Building Ceremony when I was seventeen, Ji Wujiu, the number one sword cultivator of the Tianxuan Sect, stole my immortal bones and disappeared overnight. I went from being the "first fairy seedling" who was born with white eyes to a useless person who can't even sense spiritual energy. Everyone advised me to accept my fate. But I dug out the unnamed sword manual left by my mother under the stove in the alchemy hall. There was only one line of words written in blood on the yellowed page - "Mother's blood is on you." Deep in the gray eyes, something is awakening. It turns out that the immortal bones in my body were a trap set by heaven. It turns out that the word "become an immortal" is the biggest scam in thousands of years. It turns out that the person who stole my bones used his own way to prevent a fatal disaster for me. He said: "I stole your immortal bones because those bones would kill you." But I no longer intend to trust anyone with my life. Whether it's immortal bones or heavenly means - whatever I don't want, I will take it back with my own hands. I will ask for the truth with my own hands. That bone is a lock, and I'm going to be the one who splits the lock.