Dust Bone Lingxiao

The heaven and the earth were first divided, and the clear and the turbid were ordered. In ancient times, the human race was weak and demons and gods were rampant. The Nine-Heaven Immortal Lord stood high on the top of the clouds and regarded all living beings as ants. Hundreds of millions of common people are trapped in the cages of mountains and rivers. Life, old age, illness and death are determined by God, and God has the power to control misfortune, fortune and longevity. Until the first bone refiner was born. Human bodies in the world are mortal, with weak flesh and blood, and bones are the foundation of the body and the pillars of life. And the way of refining bones breaks the shackles of the mortal body, tempers the withered bones to reach the sky, uses the bones of mortals, defies the order of the sky, and breaks the shackles of the gods. Thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, the immortals and gods retreated, the demon realm was sealed off, and the art of bone refining spread throughout the nine states. Monks in the world practice with bones, which are divided into nine realms: Skin Bone, Muscle Bone, Blood Bone, Jade Bone, Xuan Bone, Spiritual Bone, Heavenly Bone, Dao Bone, and Lingxiao Bone. The higher the bone realm, the longer the lifespan, and the more powerful the supernatural power. It can move mountains and fill the sea, walk on the moon and chase the stars, and coexist with the heaven and the earth. But God is fair, and gifts must come with shackles. Anyone who repairs bones will have a calamity in this life - the calamity of bones drying up. On the day of the calamity, every bone in the body will be shattered, flesh and blood will melt, and 90% of the monks will die and turn into dust in the world. Only a few people who defy fate can be reborn from the broken bones and ascend to a higher realm. A hundred years ago, Kyushu's number one High-Sky Bone Power swept through the wilderness and fought against the demonic tide outside the territory alone. In the end, his bones were shattered and his body fell into the rift of the Nine Heavens. Only a prophecy was left to spread to the world: Mortal bones are not immortal, broken bones become gods. From then on, there was no Lingxiao in Kyushu, and there was no more perfection in the world. The prelude to troubled times has quietly begun.