Luo Zhao traveled through time and space to become the younger brother of King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa, and was appointed regent. Starting from the end of the Shang Dynasty and the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, he established a family and continued to pass on the legacy through the successive dynasties.

"The Luo family has survived to this day, spanning over 2,300 years. Starting with our ancestor, King Su Zhao, who served as regent, nine generations have taken over the government, each returning it to the king. We have witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties, and when their fortunes run out, the royal family falls into ruin. The supreme position carries the stain of the state, carrying the misfortune of the state. The Luo family will never taint themselves with it. Destiny is predestined, and the Luo family respects and understands their destiny. How could they defy it and covet a divine artifact?"

The Luo family of the Ji surname is well-known in the world.

For thousands of years, there have been regents who have absolute power and are insolent; there have been prime ministers who have taken the lead in saving the world and saved it from decline; there have been unparalleled generals who have quelled the chaos and rebuilt the country.

Therefore, there is a saying that Luo and Huang share the world.

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.