A Body of Mortal Bones Holds the Mountains and Rivers in Check

There is a shortage of land, and thousands of roads are fighting to cross it. At the foot of Qinglan Mountain, fourteen-year-old Chen Xiaoman entered the Mingxiao Sect with a glimmer of talent, but he was only known as a handyman. Everyone in the world practices swordsmanship, alchemy, painting of talismans, and controlling demons, and all have their own path to heaven; but he, with his mortal bones, started with a hatchet, a mountain road, and hands full of old calluses. The ruined monument of the old temple wakes up in the palm of my hand, and the old calamity of the splitting of the sky returns to the world. Xie Qingshuang, the righteous genius, holds a sword to ask questions, and Jiang Feiyue, the devil's saint, comes with blood. The right path may not always be right, and the evil path may not be all evil. When the sects use all living beings as chess pieces and the heaven and earth use fate as a cage, a young man from a mountain village wants to knock on the gate of heaven with mortal bones. He wanted to ask: If I am humble, can I not ascend to heaven?