The day the meteorite hit the spine, the entire Ye family turned into mummies.
Only Ye Chen was alive.
A pitch-black bone was embedded in his spine. The first, second, and third levels of Qi refining—the bottleneck that had been stuck for six years was broken through overnight.
But the bones are not given for free. Every time I use it, there is an ancient voice laughing in the sea of consciousness: "Sooner or later, your body will belong to me."
The bone hunter wants to peel off his bones, and the sect wants to study his bones. The ancestor who died three hundred years ago crawls out of the ground and tells him: You were born to hold this bone.
Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You want to steal my bones? You'll have to pay for it with your life."
