The Bones Carry the Tao, and the Years Bind the Common People

In the eternal underworld, bones are soil and years are shackles. The order here is locked and the hierarchy is solidified. The undead use obsession as their way and inner demons as their punishment. There is no chance from heaven and no exceptional counterattack. All kinds of growth come at a price. Thousands of creatures are trapped in their fate, sinking forever and finding no new life. The humble skeleton meets six aliens in a desolate and desperate situation. The seven people each have their own obsessions and stick to their own hearts. They are low-level ants crushed by the rules, and they are also the only game-breakers in the world who can overturn the old situation. The underworld catastrophe is approaching, the eternal rules are loosened, and the solidified barriers are crumbling. They walk on the withered bones to inherit the path of the underworld, break the shackles against the times, and play the ups and downs between order and innovation. I use my withered bones to inherit the path of the underworld, and I dare to untie the bounds of time for all living beings. A class revolution spanning eternity, an epic of the undead moving forward with a heavy burden, has begun since then.