I Picked up Divine Bones in the Wilderness

The sky pillar was broken once. A piece of the northwest corner of the sky collapsed and crashed into the South China Sea, burning up three thousand miles of sea water. From that day on, the wilderness changed the human world - the sea water receded every twelve years, revealing the ancient battlefield on the bottom of the sea, and all races rushed to seize bones; there was a gaping hole in the sky in the northwest, letting out the wind in winter and the rain of fire in summer. Jiang Shi from Shibu had been suffering for six years without a pulse. He was called Shitoudanzi in the village behind his back. Until the winter when the Blackwater Ministry came to borrow food, he was knocked over in the slush with a whip stick, and the strange natural lines on the back of his neck suddenly burned. Something underneath the Broken Dragon Cliff responded to him. The priestess said that it was not a human pattern. Sixty years ago, she saw exactly the same thing on the Bone Mountain at the bottom of the tide - growing on the bones of a Tianzhu. The totem opens the way, and the blood of the gods is the salary. Boiling the body, opening the veins, tattooing the bones, burning the blood, offering sacrifices to the spirits... Hundreds of tribes are fighting to cross the ten realms of the wilderness. Everyone wants to know who broke the sky back then. And Jiang Shi only cares about one thing: what to eat tonight.