The One Who Patched up the Sky

When I was three years old, my father implanted a bone in my body. Then he killed seventy-two members of his clan, including himself. Twenty years later, a man in Tsing Yi told me: I am not a survivor, I am the cause. My physique will devour the cultivation of those around me. My father was afraid that I would kill my mother, so he got ahead of fate and turned himself into a murderer. He thought this would protect me for the rest of my life. But he failed to calculate one thing - I am a descendant of Sky Mender. When that bone wakes up, I have to mend the sky. There are still ninety-seven years until the sky breaks. But the seal accelerated. Only seven months left. After seven months, the spiritual energy disappears, the monk becomes a mortal, and the mortal will die. My uncle said: If you go back and become a waste, I will protect you. My aunt said: If you go to Longyuan, you will become something other than a human being. A dead old man said: Your father gave his life to me, and I will pay it back for your father. I chose to go. Not to be a hero. It's because that dead old man took care of me for twenty years, and when he died in front of me, I didn't even know his name. His name is Wu Qingshan. My father's named disciple. He saved my father's life. I have to be worthy. —— Those who patch the sky will die. But some things are more important than life.