One Sword for Three Hundred Years

Seven heavenly bones, a scam that spans three hundred years. The new alliance leader Feitu burned the last piece in public and died violently in the secret room that night. The blood letter predicted: "Within three generations, someone will burn all the lies." Six generations of investigators died one after another, and the clues all ended with one sentence: "The jade bones are not destroyed." The seventh person, Situ Yue, was forced to step into this bloody mist with his late mother's remains and a pair of mysterious Pisces pendants. Little did they know that she was not only a chess piece, but also the most critical "key" in this century-old conspiracy. The star observatory that was sleeping underground slowly woke up, and the jade bones hummed. When all the contenders thought they were about to unlock the supreme treasure, the truth slowly emerged on the ancient stone wall: "The jade bone is not a key, but actually a lock. What is sealed cannot be seen from the sky." And the last reflection reflected by the jade pendant on her waist was the blood-stained face of a close relative. The lock is about to open, and the game is over——