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

Chuan Ying and Yan Fei attacked simultaneously.

Yan Fei's old sword drew an arc, its sword intent rising like a crescent moon, striking the bone statue's elbow joint and forcefully deflecting the falling bone arm by half a foot.

Chuan Ying gritted his teeth and slashed out with half a blade, the blade's intent as fine as a thread, cutting into the bone crevice of the bone elephant's wrist and stopping its movement.

The bone arm slammed down three inches in front of Wu Wudi, and the huge shockwave ripped up the bone surfaces that stretched for dozens of feet around it.

Wu Wudi stood still, without moving an inch.

"Interesting." A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Now that's more like it, I'll draw my blade."

He looked around, his gaze landing on Chuanying's thick-backed sword.

"To borrow a knife for use."

Chuan Ying hesitated for a moment before throwing the knife over.

The moment Wu Wudi caught the sword, his aura rose even higher.

The sword wasn't his, but the moment it entered his hand, the heavy, clumsy blade seemed to come alive. The sword intent that Chuan Ying had used to kill someone in the early stages of the Undying Realm was drawn by a more vast martial will, flowing like a stream into a river.

"Young Master," he suddenly called out to Dongfang Weiwo, "Leave this big guy to me."

Dongfang Weiwo nodded and leaped toward the rift.

His target is Lin Xiaoman.

The gray-white humanoid leader above the rift let out a shriek, and three rows of bone spikes rose up in unison, rushing towards Weiwo in the east.

Yan Fei charged in from the side, blocking its first wave of attack with a single sword strike. Chuan Ying, now without his sword, followed Dongfang Weiwo bare-handed, using his fists as a weapon to fight against the dissipating entities that kept emerging from the mist.

Dongfang Weiwo stepped onto the horizontal and oblique bone beam.

Lin Xiaoman was hanging at the end of the bone beam, her hands were bound by bone locks, her face was pale and transparent, but her eyes were open.

When she saw Dongfang Weiwo, her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only gave a very faint smile.

He reached for the bone lock, and the grayish-white chain, sensing his approach, suddenly tightened. Lin Xiaoman groaned in pain, and a few more drops of blood dripped from the wound on her palm. The blood fell deep into the crevice, and a flash of light appeared in the bottomless darkness.

"Don't touch it."

Lin Xiaoman's voice was so soft it seemed to dissipate, "This lock is connected to something underground; the closer you get to it, the tighter it becomes."

Dongfang Wei did not stop.

The dark gold longsword was drawn, its blade pressing against the bone lock, and the ancient array patterns on the sword suddenly lit up.

The chains began to tremble, and dense patterns appeared on their surface, trembling simultaneously with something deep within the rift.

"Young Master, use the aura of your skeleton," Lin Xiaoman suddenly said. "These bone locks are formed from the laws of ancient gods and demons, and they are recognizing their master."

Dongfang Weiwo took a deep breath.

The fusion rate of the divine and demonic skeleton within his body has exceeded 63%, and the environment of the Myriad Star Domain is constantly catalyzing its growth.

At this moment, he pressed all his divine and demonic energy into his arms, and a dark golden luster emanated from under his skin, flowing into the sword through his palms and then into his bone lock along the blade.

The grayish-white patterns on the collarbone began to change color.

Dark gold.

The chains detached automatically from Lin Xiaoman's wrists and turned to ashes.

She lost her support and slumped softly towards the abyss. Dongfang Weiwo caught her around the waist with one hand and used his other hand to insert his longsword into the bone beam to stabilize her. Her body was astonishingly light, like a piece of paper that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"You came so slowly." Lin Xiaoman buried her face in his chest, her voice trembling with tears, yet also carrying a certain pride. "I counted your heartbeats more than a thousand times before you came."

"I am coming."

He held her tightly, touched the bone with his toes, and leaped back to the edge of the cliff.

Behind him, the gray-white humanoid commander had already had two rows of bone spikes severed by Yan Fei, but its body was expanding wildly at the edge of the rift, as if it were resonating with the entire rift.

The faint light deep within the crevice grew brighter and brighter, like a giant eye slowly opening.

On the other side, the battle between Wu Wudi and the Guardian Puppet has reached a fever pitch.

He wasn't using his own swordsmanship; he was using Chuan Ying's sword.

But when he wielded that thick-backed sword, it was on a completely different level.

The blade flashed like a dragon, each strike landing on the same crack in the bone statue.

The elbow joint that Yan Fei had previously slashed off had been severed by his three strikes, and the skeleton's left arm crashed to the ground.

The Guardian Puppet wildly swung its remaining right arm, sending up a cloud of bone dust, but its movements were a beat slower than Wu Wudi's.

The Wutian Sword Technique, when wielded with a blade, retains its power in no way.

Because Wu Tian, ​​the invincible warrior, is not bound by weapons.

Thirty years ago, a man named Lu Moshen walked out of this rift.

As Wu Wudi swung his sword, he spoke as if he were talking about someone else, but his sword did not stop at all. "He told me that there is something in the Myriad Star Domain that I need to cut with my sword."

"I'm here. The thing hasn't even appeared yet, and you corpse-guards are already jumping out."

He cleaved the skeleton open in the chest and abdomen with a single stroke, revealing three drops of dark golden liquid suspended inside.

The marrow fluid of ancient gods and demons.

Wu Wudi's pupils contracted.

"Is this what you've been refining for three hundred years?" He reached out and grabbed the three drops of marrow fluid.

The leader of the bone collectors' expression changed drastically.

"No!"

Wu Wudi's hand had already touched the first drop.

The moment the marrow fluid touched his fingers, he shuddered as if struck by lightning. A tremendous force surged from the marrow fluid into his meridians, completely disregarding his martial arts cultivation and directly penetrating deep into his bone marrow.

"Ugh!" Wu Wudi took a step back, a trickle of blood seeping from his nostrils.

But he didn't give up.

"How domineering." He grinned, blood staining his white teeth. "That's more like it."

The ultimate aura of humanity emanating from him began to tug at the same time as the drop of marrow fluid, like two giant dragons wrestling within his body. Without the support of the marrow fluid, the massive skeleton began to crack, and grayish-white bone fragments fell off like rain.

Wu Wudi slammed his sword back into the ground, grabbed the second drop of marrow fluid with his other hand, and was engulfed by the dark golden light.

"Invincible in martial arts!" Dongfang Weiwo shouted.

"Never mind me." Wu Wudi's voice came from the light, low and excited, "This drop of marrow fluid contains the martial arts mark left by the Demon God Lü. Thirty years ago, he fought a great battle here against the remnants of an ancient god and demon, and poured a portion of his cultivation into the marrow fluid."

Dongfang Weiwo's eyes narrowed.

What is the cultivation level of the Demon God Lü?

Before he could think further, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled violently. The glowing "eye" deep within the crevice opened completely, and a beam of eerie blue light shot into the sky, echoing a distant direction.

The leader of the bone collectors knelt down.

"The god and demon have awakened." His voice was both respectful and fearful, the light reflected in his pale golden pupils. "The Return Token has opened a crack, the marrow of the guardian puppet has been stolen, and both layers of restrictions have been broken... It is about to awaken."

Dongfang Weiwo felt a vast and suffocating aura rising from the depths of the rift.

That was the original consciousness of the ancient gods and demons.

It was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than the two shadows on the Lord of the Undying Palace.

Dongfang Weiwei did not move.

He lowered his head, the divine and demonic skeleton resonating wildly within his chest cavity, the fusion rate climbing at an almost out-of-control speed. 64%... 65%... 66%...

Lin Xiaoman raised her head in his arms and grabbed his clothes with all her might.

"Dongfang," she called him by his full name for the first time, "It's calling you."

The blood-red markings on her left arm shone brightly, echoing the light at the bottom of the fissure.

The blood from the wound on her palm stopped dripping and instead flowed upwards, converging along the blood vessels toward her heart, and then surging through her heart into the blood lines on her left arm.

"The blood of the guardian is the ink of the covenant of burial." Her voice suddenly became ethereal, as if another person was speaking through her. "Latercomers, if you wish to obtain the complete body of an ancient god or demon, you must first complete half of the burial ceremony."

Dongfang Weiwo suddenly looked up at the huge outline that was gradually becoming clearer in the gray-white mist.

It was an indescribable existence.

Or rather, it was the shadow of that being that rose from the rift, obscuring the only bit of gray light in the myriad star fields.

"And the other half?" Dongfang Weiwo asked in a deep voice.

"The other half." The light in Lin Xiaoman's eyes gradually dimmed, returning to normal, leaving only one sentence: "On the corpse of the Lord of the Undying Hall."

On the other side, the leader of the bone collectors had disappeared without a trace.

From within the gray-white mist came the dense clanging of bone implements, as countless bone gatherers surged forth from the depths, surging towards this place like a white tide. Their eyes were filled with the same fanaticism, and the bone implements in their hands were pointed at the Eastern Sovereign.

Wu Wudi slowly stood up amidst the light of the three drops of marrow fluid.

His aura changed.

If before he was a sword drawn from its sheath, then now, this sword has been tempered with the marrow fire of ancient gods and demons.

"Young master." He shouldered his thick-backed sword, half of his face smeared with dark golden marrow fluid, as if painted with battle markings. "Take her and leave first, I'll clear the area."

Dongfang Wei did not refuse.

He glanced at the surging bone collectors, then at the enormous shadow rising from the crevice, and picked Lin Xiaoman up in his arms.

"Swallow flies, falcon, follow!"

He turned and rushed in the direction away from the crack.

Behind him, Wu Wudi unleashed a slash, the blade's energy sweeping across a hundred feet, knocking down all the bone collectors charging at the forefront.

The shadow that rose from the crack did not pursue Dongfang Weiwo.

It turned to Wu Wudi.

"Interesting." The shadowy voice was exactly the same as the one Dongfang Weiwo had heard before at Shattered Bone Ridge—ancient and low, carrying a certain arrogant curiosity. "A human martial artist…you want to stop me?"

Wu Wudi slung the knife over his shoulder.

"I'm not stopping you," he said. "I'm cutting you back."

Having said that, he leaped into the crevice, his blade flashing like an angry dragon as he slashed at the enormous shadow.

In the gray-white fog, only Dongfang Weiwo's running figure and Lin Xiaoman's increasingly faint breathing remained.