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

Only I in the East throw a punch.

Dark golden marrow fire surged from his right fist, burning the gray-white mist three zhang in front of him into nothingness.

That punch was the full power of someone at the early stage of the Life and Death Realm, but with the blessing of the divine magic laws of the Myriad Star Domain, it carried a destructive power far exceeding its own realm.

The fist, imbued with marrow fire, tore a dark golden path through the gray-white mist, heading straight for the phantom's deep blue vertical pupil.

The illusory figures of ancient gods and demons did not retreat.

Countless grayish-white bone fragments spun around its body, forming a ring-shaped bone shield.

Dongfang Weiwu's fist slammed into the bone shield, exploding with a deafening roar, sending dark gold and grayish-white hues flying everywhere.

The bone shield was melted, leaving a hole more than ten feet in diameter, but the phantom itself was completely unharmed.

"Is that all you've got?"

The phantom chuckled softly, the sound coming from all directions, as if the entire Bone Plains were mocking him.

Dongfang Weiwo's pupils contracted.

His punch had used 70% of the fusion rate to generate marrow fire, enough to melt gold and iron, but it only burned through one outer layer of its bone shield.

The skeleton on the phantom's body was still constantly reconstructing, and the burned bone fragments were being replenished from various parts of the body.

Its recovery speed far exceeds its destruction speed.

"Your skeleton is not complete. There are nine fragments in your left arm, and you have only fused seven of them."

The phantom slowly approached, the ground trembling with each step. "Without a complete left arm, your marrow fire is nothing but a match. What can truly incinerate me is the divine and demonic bone fire after the nine bones are restored."

It's true.

Dongfang Weineng could feel that there was indeed a seal on the marrow fire in his right arm, and it was not transparent enough when it burned, as if it was bound by some invisible chain.

The source of those chains is not in the right arm, but in the left arm.

He only managed to collect seven of the nine fragments of the God and Demon's left arm; the eighth fragment was inside the phantom, and the ninth fragment was in the core of the Myriad Star Domain.

With the left arm incomplete, the entire divine and demonic skeleton cannot be connected, and the marrow fire naturally cannot unleash its true power.

"Invincible Martial Arts," Dongfang Weiwo said, "Help me hold it off for ten breaths."

Wu Wudi raised his head, his right eye filled with dark golden light.

Half of his face was covered with grayish-white bone armor, which was eroding his flesh, but he stood up as if nothing had happened and threw away the knife that had broken in two.

"No need to delay."

He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. Countless grayish-white lines emerged from beneath his skin, like marks left by the bone powder of ancient gods and demons. Then he raised his left hand, using his palm as a blade, and shattered the bone armor on his wrist inch by inch.

"I can make a way."

Wu Wudi took a deep breath, and his aura became pure.

He concentrated all his power into his right fist, without any technique or rules, just a single, unleashed punch from the bare flesh. The purity of that punch caused all the scattered entities in the distant gray-white mist to kneel down.

"The Heavenless Fist".

He threw a punch.

There was no light, no sound.

The space in front of the phantom was shattered. A hole appeared through the center of the body composed of countless bone fragments. The bone fragments at the edge of the hole no longer reassembled, but were suppressed by the ultimate humanistic will contained in the fist intent.

Dongfang Weiwo moved.

He passed through the path Wu Wudi had blasted open and rushed straight into the phantom's body. The bone fragments that were about to close were blocked by the marrow fire, and he was enveloped in dark golden flames as he pierced through the hole in the phantom's chest.

The phantom's body was filled with boundless darkness, in which numerous bone fragments floated, as if one had entered an internal organ made of bones.

Dongfang Weiwo's bone domain perception lost its way here. The surrounding atmosphere was chaotic and turbulent, and every step felt like stepping into a swamp.

But his divine and demonic skeleton resonated.

That resonance was different from the outside world; it was clearer and stronger, like a call from one's own kind.

He rushed towards the deepest resonance, the marrow fire in his right fist becoming his sole source of light. The deeper he went, the more intense the resonance became, and his left arm began to tremble uncontrollably.

Then he saw it.

The core of the phantom.

A grayish-white bone sphere suspended in the void, its surface covered with cracks from which a ghostly blue light seeped.

The bone sphere pulsated like a heart, and with each pulsation, the surrounding space vibrated. At the very center of the bone sphere was a dark golden bone fragment.

The eighth fragment of the God and Demon's left arm.

It is larger than the previous seven pieces combined.

Dongfang Weiwo understood. This eighth fragment was not an ordinary scattered part of the left arm; it was the core segment of the humerus of the entire left arm, a crucial node connecting the shoulder and elbow.

When Lu Moshen severed the left arm of the god and demon, the other seven pieces were scattered outside, but the most core piece remained in the phantom's body as one of the phantom's core energy sources.

"You've found it."

The illusory voice came from all directions, carrying a suppressed rage, "But you can't take it away. It's the foundation that sustains my form. If you take it, the remaining consciousness of this god-demon remnant will lose its last anchor. Then..."

"You'll die then," Dongfang Weiwo replied.

"I will dissipate," the phantom said. "I will scatter into billions of fragments, dispersing throughout the entire Star Domain. Just like what Demon God Lu did to me thirty years ago. But even if I dissipate, new consciousnesses will be born within these remains; you can't completely eradicate them."

Dongfang Weiwo raised his right fist, his marrow fire burning to its peak.

"I didn't intend to kill them all," he said. "I just came to collect my things."

He punched the bone ball.

The cracks on the surface of the bone ball burst open, and a dark blue light surged out like a dam breaking, rushing into his divine and demonic skeleton.

At the same time, the eighth bone fragment embedded in the center of the bone sphere burst out with dark golden light, as if sensing its master's call, it broke free from the bone sphere and directly entered Dongfang Weiwu's left arm.

Intense pain spread from my left arm throughout my body.

His left arm bones were reassembling. The fusion points of the seven fragments gradually appeared, like the seven pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and the eighth bone fragment filled the largest gap.

The fusion rate jumped from 68% to 72%, then to 75%, and finally stopped at 77%.

The power surging from the left arm connects with the right arm.

The marrow fire is no longer unique to the right arm.

Dark golden flames surged from his entire body, more than ten times stronger than before.

The moment his arms were connected, his entire body burst into flames, illuminating the darkness within the phantom's body.

Those floating bone fragments melted and even vaporized in the marrow fire.

"No!" The phantom roared in fury, its entire body beginning to contract violently, attempting to crush Dongfang Weiwo inside.

Dongfang Weiwei did not escape.

He raised his arms.

The divine and demonic power in his left arm and the marrow fire in his right arm converged at this moment, and his body could barely withstand the impact of the collision between the two forces.

But he didn't hold back. He recalled the days and nights he spent collecting the seven pieces of bone on the Tianxuan Continent, the morning when Lin Xiaoman in Qingzhu Town changed his bandages, the despair he felt alone facing the remnants of the Death Seal on Shattered Bone Ridge, and the resolute determination of Chuan Ying to slay the evil soul with three strikes.

"Open it... for me!"

He chopped down with both arms at the same time.

Dark golden marrow fire cascaded down like a waterfall, burning outwards from within the phantom. The countless bone fragments of the ancient god and demon phantom exploded in the marrow fire, and those bones that had been reconstructed for thirty years crumbled before the intact marrow fire of the two arms.

The colossus is crumbling.

From the inside out, it was like a mountain of bones being ignited from its core, with dark golden flames bursting forth from every crack. The phantom let out a final lament, a lament carrying with it millennia of resentment, yet also a faint trace of relief.

"Latercomer...you are finally qualified."

The sound faded away.

Bones fell like rain.

Wu Wudi stood outside the bone rain, watching the arrogant phantom of the ancient god-demon turn to ashes in the dark golden flames. He coughed up blood and grinned.

"OK."

The bone rain lasted for the entire incense stick's time.

Dongfang Weiwo stood in the center of the bone rain, the dark golden flames around him gradually receding.

His two arms hung down at his sides, one on each side, with a dark golden luster flowing slowly and eventually disappearing beneath his skin.

The feeling of the left and right arms being completely connected is indescribable, like two broken rivers reconnecting, with the power within the divine and demonic skeleton surging and flowing along a new channel.

The integration rate has remained stable at 70% to 80%.

The left arm has nine fragments, of which eight have been recovered.

He looked down at his palm, where a dark golden light shone through the cracks in his palm, and deep within the light, marrow fire danced.

With a 70-80% fusion rate and the combined divine and demonic power of his complete arms, he now has the strength to fight against an enemy in the early stage of the Undying Realm.

Lin Xiaoman ran out of the cave, staggered through the bone rain, and bumped into his arms.

"You're crazy." Her voice was muffled, with a heavy nasal tone. "You crawled inside."

Dongfang Weiwo raised his hand and stiffly placed it on the back of her head.

"They're out."

"If there's a next time, I'll bite you to death."

Wu Wudi walked over, half of his body already supported by Yan Fei.

The bone armor on his face was peeling away, revealing the eroded, pale skin beneath. Chuan Ying followed beside him, his steps unsteady, but his spirits were much better than before.

"It's scattered." Wu Wudi looked at the grayish-white fragments scattered on the ground, "but it's not completely dead. The consciousness of the ancient gods and demons has dispersed to various parts of the Myriad Star Domain. After a while, something new will condense elsewhere. You must find the ninth fragment before that happens."

Yan Fei nodded: "The ninth piece is in the core of the Myriad Star Domain, the burial place of the Demon God Lü."

"Where's the map?" Chuanying suddenly asked.

Dongfang Wei took out the complete map of the merged Lu Demon God from his bosom.

The route on the map only goes up to the Wangchuan Bridge, but a new marker appears at the bridge's location.

A dotted line extends from the River of Oblivion, passing through the gray mist, the Bone Plains, and the Sea of ​​Shattered Bones, entering a place marked "Return to the Ruins." At the end of the dotted line are two small characters in the handwriting of the Demon God Lü.

"Bury me."

Dongfang Weiwo stared at those two words, remaining silent for a long time.

Lu Moshen did not die elsewhere.

He walked into the core of the Myriad Star Domain and buried himself there.

The ninth fragment of the god-demon's left arm was found at his burial site.

He knew he couldn't go back to Tianxuan.

Dongfang Weiwo said in a low voice, "So he left the Return Token on the bridge pillar, left the map for future generations, and carried the last fragment with him, burying it in the place where gods and demons were born."

"Why?" Lin Xiaoman asked softly.

"Because of the covenant of burial." Dongfang Weiwo looked up into the depths of the gray-white mist. "To truly bury the remains of the god and demon, three things are needed: the inheritor of the god and demon's skeleton, the blood of the guardian, and the last segment of the god and demon's left arm. He couldn't take the last segment, so it can only be buried there, waiting for us to arrive."

Everyone fell silent.

Only a gray-white misty wind blew from the depths of the Bone Plains, swirling up bone dust from the ground like a silent snowfall.

Dongfang Weiwo put away the map.

"Let's go," he said. "To Guixu."

Meanwhile, dozens of miles away, a pair of pale golden pupils opened from the gray-white mist.

The leader of the Bone Collectors hadn't gone far. He lay prone on a massive rib, watching the dark golden fire in that direction slowly die out, a cold smile on his face.

"The Pact of Burial..." he murmured, "So it turns out that the people Lu Moshen and the others were them. Then, the things in the Ruins of Return should awaken as well."

He turned and disappeared into the fog.