The day he died in the mass grave, Lin Ding finally understood: beneath the world's grand ideals lay righteous sects that devoured people without leaving a bone behind.
They said the Origin Bone was a sacred relic that suppressed evil, and that refining cauldrons was a righteous duty to protect the world. But he, a diligent Pure Yang disciple, was nothing but a living cauldron, raised for slaughter. One palm shattered his meridians, and he was buried in the weeds. When he opened his eyes again, he was back at fourteen, imprisoned in a forbidden-zone dungeon. The uncle who had tricked him into accepting his death was approaching slowly, carrying a food box.
The Mystic Demon Bone Token lay dormant in his dantian, while Burning Sun Mystic Flame sprang to life in his palm. The Origin Bone artifacts revered as treasures by the righteous burned through at a touch, and the Bone-Erosion Miasma that everyone feared became fuel for his breakthroughs.
He fought his way out of the miasma-ridden South Wastes, and the name "Yang Demon" resounded across the land. He would overturn the hypocritical order and avenge his past life's blood feud. More than that, he would protect the girl who died for him in every lifetime.
But the deeper he dug, the more chilling the truth became.
Could the demonic body that people had cursed for lifetime after lifetime actually share the same origin as the sacred bone worshipped by the righteous for a thousand years?
At the end of nine deaths and nine rebirths lay a shocking deception that the entire Origin Continent dared not face.
