Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

Besieged on all sides by demon and human, Xu Yangyi, our protagonist, strives to reach the apex, armed only with esoteric knowledge and his cool pragmatism, and to avenge the unjust deaths of both his parents. Embroiled in conspiracy and with adversity waiting at each turn, he is undeterred in his conquest to seek the Grand Dao and break free of this world’s shackles, claiming his title as the pioneer of an era!

Place of Birth: Bone Sea Identity: Skeleton… In the next moment, Yun Ming, still in a daze, was swept into the battlefield. Thus, a bewildered gray bone was ruthlessly hijacked by fate. What kind of unknowns will he face?

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The world swam into focus through a haze of gray-white mist, the only sound a persistent, dry crackling in unseen ears. Yun Ming’s consciousness flickered, slowly anchoring itself to a body lying flat on… bones. Countless bones, forming a desolate, shifting landscape beneath him. He tried to sit up, but agony exploded through his frame, sharp and absolute. Looking down, he saw not flesh, but gray-white ribs. Above, slender leg bones stretched where his own should be.

“I… am a skeleton?” The thought echoed in the hollow cavity of his skull, a silent scream of disbelief swallowed by the oppressive mist. Around him, other skeletal figures stirred, mindless automatons rising from the osseous sea, only for some to suddenly collapse, scattering back into the landscape like brittle twigs. Death was palpable here, a constant presence reinforced by the chilling whispers of disintegration.

A voice, alien yet intimate, suddenly bloomed within his mind, urging him forward, into the unknown grayness. With excruciating effort, fueled by a primal fear and a dawning, terrifying awareness, Yun Ming forced his fragile new body upright. This was the Bone Sea. This was his new, horrifying beginning. And in this realm of endless death, survival was the only imperative. His journey, fraught with pain and the constant threat of dissolution, had just begun.

I am a stranger from another country, and I have no intention of becoming a fairy.

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After 20 years of cultivating Taoism in the deep mountains, the master asked Song You to go down the mountain to see demons and ghosts, all kinds of life, to visit famous mountains and rivers, and legendary immortals, saying that that is the real practice.

Unexpectedly, traveling all over the country, the fairy is actually myself.

The rivers and lakes carry wine with swords, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, and hung wine on his waist, striding forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were vaguely visible.

Turning a page in the book of troubled times, the rivers and lakes have been raining nightly for decades.

Looking back suddenly, the world has been shattered.

"When the four great continents collapse and the heavens fall, I shall ascend to the Heavenly Realm of Mount Ling and take command of the Thunderous Voice."

Ji Yuannian stood in silence upon a lotus seat of ten thousand leaves, clad in pristine white Buddhist robes. His jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, eyes cold and distant as he gazed toward the far western horizon, where the vast and mist-veiled Mount Sumeru loomed.

...

Wherever paths cross, there are only immortals or cultivators—seated in stillness, preaching the Yellow Court Scripture.

And so, the story begins...

In Beiju Luzhou.

【This book once caused the Tianya Community's reply function to crash, becoming the strongest post in Tianya's history.】

Medical practice can save lives; corpse clothing can defy the heavens.

It's said that Hua Tuo's "Medical Practice Scripture" can save people's lives, and Li Bowen's "Corpse Clothing Scripture" can ward off evil spirits and the protect against the heavens......

The 13th year of the Jian'an era (208 A.D.), night, torrential downpour, Xuchang City's northern death row prison.

Under the light of a flickering oil lamp, a thin, old man with a white beard handed a cloth bundle to the jailor, whispering softly, "This can save lives!" The jailor quietly tucked it away.

A thousand and seven hundred years later, a traveler arrived at the shrine of Hua Tuo in Jiangsu County. A couplet was written on the gate:

"The physician who sliced open stomachs truly opened a new path for medicine; yet who could have known a jailer's incompetence would consign the book to flames?

The scholar who valued his integrity disdained serving under a ruthless leader; it is a pity that a historian’s falsification slandered his avoidance for a thousand autumns."

It speaks of how the Three Kingdom's divine physician Hua Tuo entrusted his life's work, the "Medical Practice Scripture," to a jailor on the night before his death. However, the man was too afraid to accept it. Hua Tuo could only burn his work in desperation, causing the medical scripture to be lost forever, a tragedy that can still evoke sighs of regret.

Over the long passage of time, with seas turning into mulberry fields, this event has long faded into the dust of history.

In the late autumn of 1975, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province, a crowd of villagers gathered beneath a tall, old locust tree, all gazing up at a notice pasted on its trunk...