The day a meteorite crashed into his spine, the entire Ye family turned into dried corpses.
Only Ye Chen survived.
A piece of pitch-black bone lodged itself in his spine. The first, second, and third levels of Qi Refining: after six years stuck at a bottleneck, he broke through overnight.
But the bone came at a price. Every time he used it, an ancient voice laughed inside his sea of consciousness: "Your body will belong to me sooner or later."
Bone hunters want to carve out his bone. The sect wants to study it. An ancestor who should have been dead for three hundred years crawls out of the earth and tells him: You were born to be the vessel for this bone.
Ye Chen wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Want my bone? You'll have to pay with your life."
