The Ruins of the Gods

There is no heaven and earth energy to breathe in this world. Some are just bones - the corpses of countless fallen ancient gods and countless fragments of the destroyed world, layered one on top of another, stacked up to form the "earth" beneath people's feet. People call this place Xujin. Cultivation is like digging bones. The fragments of divine bones tempered the physical body, the remaining rhyme of divine blood restored magical powers, and the fragments of broken divine head supported upwards across the border. As for the irreversible laws of heaven above your head? To put it bluntly, they are just rules stuck on a dead body. When the old god dies, the rules remain and become pseudo-laws, suppressing the whole generation and not daring to raise their heads. Su Jin is a scavenger on the seventh level of the Falling Bone Abyss. She earns two bone coins a day, and her life is cheaper than the bone marrow. Like everyone else, he could only pick up scraps and make do with what he had. The difference is that the wreckage in other people's hands will always be broken, but in his hands, the broken parts can be connected, the missing parts can be made up, and things that have been dead for thousands of years can be traced back to their original appearance inch by inch. What monks in the world fight for are fragments. What he wants is the origin. Su Jin restored each one, until the strong man knelt, the sect collapsed, and the false sky split. Until one day, he looked up and saw a crack in the sky, and an eye opened in the crack—— At that moment, he realized: this world was originally the corpse of the ancestor and old god that had been lying there for hundreds of millions of years. And he himself is the last living fragment of the origin of this corpse.