Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

When the Lord of the Undying Hall finished speaking, the spine of the bridge surface was no longer just wriggling.

It is breathing.

The gaps between each vertebra opened simultaneously, spewing out a pale blue bone powder, like countless tiny pores breathing.

The entire Wangchuan Bridge awoke from its slumber, and the seven bone pillars on both sides of the bridge lit up one after another. Cracks appeared on the first six gray pillars, while the dark gold patterns on the seventh pillar spread upwards from the base, climbing all over the entire surface of the pillar like vines.

The Return Token in Dongfang Weiwo's hand was burning intensely.

The surface of the three-inch square, dark blue token was covered with a layer of fine ancient patterns, which corresponded one by one with the dark gold patterns on the seventh bone pillar.

He glanced down and saw something like water droplets seeping from the edge of the token—not water, but liquefied spatial laws, each drop creating a fist-sized hole on the bridge surface.

"It is embedded in the spine of an ancient god or demon."

The Lord of the Undying Hall took half a step forward, two shadowy figures, one black and one gray, flashing alternately behind him, like two people fighting over the same body. "Removing it is like pulling out a spine nail from a corpse. Now... this corpse is about to move."

Dongfang Weiwo gripped the Return Token tightly, his dark gold longsword held horizontally before him. He felt that the bridge beneath his feet was no longer a fixed beam, but a spine that was slowly arching. The cracks beneath the bridge were widening, and light shone deep within them.

It's neither blue light nor dark gold light.

It was a color he had never seen before, like the Myriad Star Domain itself breathing on the other side of the rift.

"Young Master." Yan Fei's voice came from the left, his old sword held horizontally, his sword intent spreading out like a crescent moon.

Chuan Ying didn't speak. His thick-backed sword was already drawn, its blade pointing at the Lord of the Undying Hall. But the sword intent on the bridge surface only condensed into a line. That was his last strike, a desperate strike.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly staggered.

"Hot..." She clutched her left arm, the blood-red markings of the guardian were burning wildly, the blue lines spreading from under her sleeve, climbing all the way to her wrist, and then dripping a few drops of blood from her fingertips.

The blood fell onto the bridge surface, but instead of seeping in, it was absorbed by the bridge and disappeared instantly.

The seventh bone pillar shattered with a crash.

It wasn't a collapse, but an explosion from the inside, with dark golden fragments shooting outwards, each fragment carrying the aura left behind by the Demon God Lü. A vertical crack appeared where the bone pillar shattered, the edge of which was the vertebral joint of the ancient god-demon's remains. The gaps between the joints were being forcibly stretched open by some force, from which thick, eerie blue light surged.

The Return Order has broken free from Dongfang Weiwo's grasp.

It hovered in the air, the three-inch square token spinning, growing larger with each rotation, until it was the size of a millstone. All the ancient patterns on its surface lit up, and all nine hundred and ninety-nine patterns released light at the same time. The light connected with the vertical crack, forming a path of light.

"It's a teleportation array!" The Undying Hall Master's voice suddenly changed, and the two black and gray shadows simultaneously grew longer, transforming into two giant hands that grabbed at the Return Token. "Demon God Lü! You actually made it the core of a fixed-point teleportation array!"

Dongfang Weiwei did not move.

He noticed a detail—one of the patterns on the surface of the Return Token was broken. The Demon God Lü had left a notch in the token, and the location of this notch was exactly where Lin Xiaoman's blood had just dripped.

Lin Xiaoman's blood repaired the broken line.

"Xiaoman's blood... is the array's catalyst."

Dongfang Weiwo suddenly turned to look at Lin Xiaoman. Her face had turned pale, but the bloody marks on her left arm were still burning, and blood was still flowing. She nodded at him, her lips moved, but no sound came out. However, he clearly saw the two words.

"I understand."

The instant the teleportation array was fully activated, the black and white figures of the Undying Palace Master had already grasped the edge of the Return Token. His entire body was enveloped in that eerie blue light, but his grip did not loosen.

"Dongfang Weiwo!" His voice emanated from the blue light, distorted and trembling, as if rising from deep water. "You thought the Demon God Lu gave you the Return Token so you could go back? He wanted you to take this corpse back for him!"

The 999 ancient runes on the Return Journey Order shattered simultaneously, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

The beam of light pierced through the dark blue crack in the sky and also through the entire Bridge of Oblivion.

The bridge broke in the middle, and all the vertebrae simultaneously detached from their original arrangement, like scattered rosary beads being sucked into the crack.

Dongfang Weiwo felt his feet sink into the ground.

He did not fall.

Because the entire Wangchuan Bridge is rising.

No, the entire space is flipping.

Heaven and earth lost their direction, and a ghostly blue light surged in from all directions. The crack turned into a giant throat, swallowing everything inside.

Dongfang Wei saw Yan Fei and Chuan Ying reach out to him, saw Lin Xiaoman running towards him on the broken bone bridge, and saw the Undying Hall Master being tossed about in the distance by the black and white shadows.

Then, all the images were swallowed up.

The moment he entered the crevice, he sensed that the remains of the ancient god and demon moved.

It wasn't the bridge outside, nor the scattered bone pillars. It was something much larger, something deeper. At the moment his own divine skeleton resonated with something deep within the crack, he heard a voice.

"The latecomer...you've finally arrived."

Then came endless darkness.

The feeling of falling disappeared.

The first thing Dongfang Weiwo sensed was the temperature. It was extremely low, so low that even his early-stage Life and Death Realm physique couldn't completely withstand it; the chill felt like countless fine needles piercing his bones through his pores. He opened his eyes, and all he could see was grayish-white dust, permeating everything like fog.

He lay on a huge skeleton.

He couldn't tell how big the bone was. It stretched out in both directions and disappeared into the gray-white mist, its surface covered with countless deep pits and cracks, like a gray-white earth.

He sat up, and the skeleton of the god and demon made a soft cracking sound. It was not broken, but his periosteum ached faintly.

"Lin Xiaoman!"

He shouted, and the sound carried far, bouncing back through the gray mist, becoming an echo. There was no response.

He tried to circulate the Heavenly Martial Qi within his body and found that the flow rate of the Qi was nearly 30% slower than that of the Heavenly Martial Continent. It was as if the gravity had increased, or as if the laws of space itself were suppressing his cultivation.

The 56% fusion rate of the divine and demonic skeleton is still there, but a layer of fine ice crystals has appeared on the surface of the fusion membrane. That is the reaction between the bone surface and the environment of the Myriad Star Domain.

He stood up, and there was a thin layer of grayish-white powder on the surface of the bones under his feet, which made a crunching sound when he stepped on them.

He looked around and saw a familiar silhouette a dozen feet away.

"Send the hawk!"

Chuan Ying leaned against a massive rib that was slanted into the bone, his thick-backed sword deeply embedded in the bone. He held the hilt of the sword and knelt down. Hearing Dongfang Weiwo's shout, he raised his head. His face was ashen and his lips were cracked, clearly having paid a heavy price for forcibly urging his sword intent to cut open the crack.

"Young Master," Chuan Ying's voice was hoarse.

The laws here are completely different from those of Tianwu. My sword domain has been suppressed to only half its original size.

Where is Yan Fei?

Chuan Ying shook his head.

Dongfang Weiwo gripped his sword tightly, and the dark gold longsword did not dissipate, which reassured him slightly.

He spread his senses out, and his bone domain perception received an astonishing boost in this place composed of the remains of gods and demons. The skeletal structure within a ten-mile radius appeared in his mind, more than ten times clearer than it had been on the Tianwu Continent.

Then he saw it.

This region is filled with enormous, suffocating skeletons. Some stretch across the landscape like mountains, others stand like giant pillars, and still others are half-buried in gray dust, with only the tip of the iceberg visible. Together, they form a colossal, boundless corpse—the shell of an ancient god or demon.

They stood on its chest.

"Lin Xiaoman is..." Dongfang Weiwo suddenly stopped. A strange signal appeared in his bone domain perception. About seven or eight miles to the northwest, there was a broken but active skeleton. It was not large, but it exuded an unusually strong divine and demonic aura.

"Xiaoman has been grabbed by something," he said.

Chuan Ying had already drawn his sword. The blade trembled slightly as it left its sheath. He gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the surging pain in his meridians.

"Young master, what do you mean?"

"Go save them."

Dongfang Weiwo leaped forward with his sword, his figure appearing clumsy amidst the shattered gravity laws of the Myriad Star Domain. However, he adjusted extremely quickly, finding a point of leverage after three steps. The gravity field here changes every few steps, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes several times heavier. But his divine and demonic skeleton is exceptionally sensitive in dealing with these changes, almost instinctively making subtle adjustments.

Chuan Ying barely kept up behind, his blade domain narrowing into an extremely narrow line, relying on the cutting force of this line to maintain balance in the shattered gravity field.

They advanced three miles to the northwest.

The first living thing appeared in the gray-white fog.

The thing emerged from the gaps in the bones, its entire body grayish-white, resembling a humanoid form condensed from bone powder. It had no facial features, stood about ten feet tall, and its joints were twisted at strange angles. After appearing, it did not attack, but simply faced the direction of Weiwo in the east, as if it had smelled something, and then let out a low, almost inaudible whimper.

Chuan Ying's eyes changed.

"Young Master." Chuan Ying stared at the thing, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the hilt of the sword bulging. "The aura on this thing... is the same as the two shadows of the Undying Hall Master."

Dongfang Weiwo nodded.

"The remnants of ancient gods and demons," he said, slightly raising his dark gold longsword. "They're everywhere here."

As soon as the words were spoken, countless pairs of empty white pupils lit up in the gray-white mist.

There was more than one of those things.

There are hundreds or thousands.