Burial of Bones and Immortality

Shen Du died on the autopsy table. When he opened his eyes again, he became an apprentice without spiritual roots in the rejuvenation medicine shop in Qingniu Town. In the world of immortality, the weak eat the strong, and those without spiritual roots are just ants. Until he touched the corpse of the casual cultivator—— [Qinggu Taoist, seventh level of Qi refining, practicing "Qingmu Jue", do you want to be buried? From then on, there was a non-cultivating monk in the world of immortality. He buried green bones to gain vitality for vegetation; buried white bones to gain unrivaled battle formations; buried bloody bones to gain magical powers. Every bone is an unfinished life; every burial is a contract with the deceased. Some people scolded him for insulting the corpse and desecrating the spirit, while others called him a successor to the throne. It wasn't until he buried a bone from the fairy world that he knew—— The so-called ascension is nothing but being swallowed up. The so-called immortals are just shepherds who keep sentient beings in captivity. Shen Du touched his ribs and said softly: "Since immortals can be buried, let's start by burying me."