The White-Bone Ancestral Lord

A flash of white light in the sky hundreds of li away, and the crystalline white skeleton seemed to blink in and out of existence, appearing a mere hundred zhang ahead in an instant.

An oppressive divine might pressed down on all, threatening to stop their breath. The translucent bone body held the power of annihilation, and its hollow sockets swept coldly over the group.

The White-Bone Ancestral Lord came with the momentum of a world-swallowing tide, each step shaking the boundless death land.

This was the naturally released aura of a supremely powerful Ancestral Lord. Across the vast expanse of ten thousand li, every fire seed being knelt in worship, willing to sacrifice themselves for him.

On the russet earth, countless points of fire seed light drifted up like glowworms.

Friend or foe? Xiao Chen prepared for battle, his Dark-Iron War Suit gleaming with dark light, the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree in his hand blazing with multicolored radiance.

And the thirty War Swords materialized faintly before him, his strongest weapon. Against an Ancestral God-level powerhouse, he had to fight with all his strength.

"A terrifying old bones…" Jin Sanyi murmured under his breath.

The White-Bone Ancestral Lord glanced at him. A great mountain behind Jin Sanyi instantly crumbled to dust. Jin Sanyi shuddered as if struck by lightning; the Doomsday Heavenly Halberd crashed to the ground, and he dared not speak again.

Such was the might of an Ancestral Lord: a single glance could annihilate all things. Fortunately, he had not truly intended to kill.

Hovering above Xiao Chen, the White-Bone Ancestral Lord gazed at the thirty War Swords before him. A strange light flickered in his hollow eyes. A massive white bone hand reached out, about to seize the swords.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the broken formation diagram emerged, hazy and indistinct. Though it seemed serene, the power to shatter worlds rippled within it. Mist curled around Xiao Chen, and he too became ethereal.

The White-Bone Ancestral Lord's hollow eyes blazed with two terrifying beams at the sight of the formation diagram, but they eventually dimmed. He slowly withdrew his enormous palm.

There was no killing intent!

No one felt any danger.

The mysterious White-Bone Ancestral Lord soared into the sky.

His hands moved slowly through the air. The earth of the death world began to shake violently. Boundless plains split open, revealing hundreds-of-li long chasms.

Mountains crumbled, the earth fissured.

What was he doing? Everyone wondered. What did the White-Bone Ancestral Lord intend to do?

At that moment, from deep beneath the earth, beams of dark light erupted.

Massive dry bones shot into the sky, each like a mountain range, spanning the heavens.

"As I lift my gaze, I see the splendor of mountains and rivers. As I shift my gaze, ten thousand ages lie in desolation. A single glance across a hundred thousand years: seas change to mulberry fields." The White-Bone Ancestral Lord's voice shook the land and sky.

His hands traced mysterious arcs across the void, like great Dao imprints stamping onto the death continent. Mountains sank, the earth split open, and more black giant bones soared skyward.

Xiao Chen recognized them at once: the black bones he had discovered underground on the outer periphery of the death world long ago. The King Ship and the Bone Well had all been refined from this very skeleton.

Now this mysterious Ancestral Lord had come to the outer regions and begun gathering the underground black giant bones. What was his plan?

"Boom!"

The outer regions of the death continent quaked. Countless fire seed beings prostrated themselves in fear.

All the black giant bones burst from the depths of the earth, filling the sky like dark clouds blotting out the heavens.

"Wuu…"

Ghosts wailed, gods howled. The gathered giant bones drew countless malevolent spirits, shadows flickering.

But the White-Bone Ancestral Lord struck out with a palm, shattering heaven and earth. Thousands of remnant souls scattered. He reached up, his colossal white bone hand grabbing all the black giant bones—each like a mountain range—into his grasp. Then he strode toward the God Village.

One step, and he was there!

Such might left Jin Sanyi, the chubby Zhuge, and even A-bing and her daughter utterly terrified.

Xiao Chen's heart raced. In an instant, he shot into the sky.

Within moments, he reached the God Village hundreds of li away. Fortunately, nothing had changed; the God Tribe had not been harmed.

All the God Tribe members gazed up at the sky, where the black giant bones filled the heavens. The White-Bone Ancestral Lord sat cross-legged in the void, his divine might overshadowing all. He began to refine the giant bones, melting and reshaping them.

Boundless divine fire scorched the sky of the outer death continent red.

"Boom!"

With a violent tremor, the sky shattered. A massive black ancient ship seemed to sail through time from the primordial age, pitch-black and deathly still.

It formed like a giant skull, as huge as a mountain, and rushed toward the White-Bone Ancestral Lord.

Xiao Chen and the others were familiar with this vessel. It was the King Ship, which once floated on the Forbidden Sea of the World of Immortality. Later, when the evil corpse had revived, the ship followed it into the death world.

Now the White-Bone Ancestral Lord had summoned it.

"The Martial Ancestor's corpse has regained its vitality. You too should become a true warship," the White-Bone Ancestral Lord said, his voice as calm as an ancient well.

His entire body blazed with divine light. Boundless fire drowned the sky and all the mountain-like giant bones as he began to refine the black skeleton.

"Crack!"

Thunderous sounds burst forth. One after another, the black giant bones rushed toward the King Ship. The enormous skull-shaped hull warped and changed, transforming into a true warship.

The sky filled with giant bones trembled. The King Ship underwent a vast transformation, growing sturdier and blacker. Demonic clouds rolled across thirty thousand li of the heavens. It had become a world-shattering war vessel.

Everyone watched in awe, their gazes locked on the sky.

Gradually, the King Ship was forged into a true warship, pitch-black as ink, its killing aura soaring.

Then the White-Bone Ancestral Lord swept his hand mightily, and a massive black forehead bone flew out, smooth as a mirror.

This forehead bone had once connected to an unstable passage to the World of Immortality. Later, it had disappeared along with the King Ship into the death world, no longer serving as a world gate. Now it was dragged out.

The White-Bone Ancestral Lord began to refine it without hesitation, attaching the gleaming, mirror-smooth black forehead bone to the King Ship.

But this forehead bone was extraordinary: it had been infused with boundless mysterious power when it was forged into a world gate, making it difficult to merge with the King Ship in a short time.

In the process, people witnessed strange and cryptic scenes.

"That is…"

"Could this be an image of the past?"

Everyone was astonished.

The mirror-smooth giant forehead bone shimmered with light, revealing many ancient images.

Among them, a cool little snow-white beast, a blade of grass dangling from its mouth, walked casually across the death continent. On its tiny shoulder, it carried a thin, withered corpse.

Dugu Shanshan's beautiful eyes went wide. She glanced at Keke beside Xiao Chen, then back at the snow-white beast in the forehead bone. She knew that was Keke's father.

The chubby Zhuge and Jin Sanyi were also stunned. They recognized the blurred corpse: its hair was scorched yellow, its features familiar. On closer look, it was the evil corpse!

The Martial Ancestor of old!

Many mysteries began to clear. In that distant age, Keke's father had carried the Martial Ancestor's corpse into the death world.

"Ya-ya…" Keke cried out, both happy and lost, staring at the images flashing across the forehead bone.

"That divine stick was a fool. How could it ever revive the Martial Ancestor by nurturing his body with its own essence?"

In the image, the cool white beast, chewing a grass stalk, carried the Martial Ancestor and surveyed the vast, boundless death world.

"Since an Otherworld Ancestral God has also come to this death world by accident, I'll go kill him."

Keke's father did not look amused at all. He spoke with utter seriousness, charging toward a vast ancient battlefield.

Soon, he encountered the Otherworld Ancestral God. A heaven-shaking duel erupted.

On the gleaming forehead bone, ancient scenes spun rapidly. The spectators could not see the process clearly, for blinding radiance drowned the entire bone.

But it could be imagined: that battle in the distant past had shaken heaven and earth!

Even a freakishly powerful being like Keke's father needed a full three hours to battle the Otherworld Ancestral God.

Even now, as history replayed itself, the divine light of his supreme techniques flooded the screen, impossible to see through.

In the end, blood stained the earth.

The snow-white beast stood in the sky of the death world, carrying the Martial Ancestor's corpse. It was clearly the victor.

And at that moment, two hazy figures appeared.

Scenes shifted. Keke's father met the two silhouettes.

At the same time, a terrifying Ancestral Lord from a distant region arrived, his shadow towering like a mountain, pitch-black, crossing ten thousand li in an instant. His target was the fallen Otherworld Ancestral God, seeking to seize his shattered soul.

"Nourishing the Martial Ancestor's corpse with an Ancestral God's soul might revive its vitality," said a hazy woman in the ancient scene.

The God Tribe members were shocked. Their ancestral lore contained many records, and it seemed there were such legends.

In the distant past, an Ancestral Lord had ruled the outer regions of the death continent, and none dared disobey him.

According to the God Tribe's ancestral legends, that Ancestral Lord was killed by their own ancestors and Nuwa.

The following images confirmed the God Tribe's legends.

That mighty Ancestral Lord attacked, his pitch-black body as tall as the heavens, his divine might overwhelming. One step crushed a sovereign city.

But the two hazy figures intercepted him swiftly, slaying him on the vast battlefield near the God Village.

The battle itself could not be seen clearly.

In the end, only a black giant as tall as heaven crashed down, shattering the earth.

The legends were proven true.

The God Tribe members were astounded. Could those two hazy figures have been their ancestors and Nuwa?

The ancient images flashed. Keke's father seemed to be talking with the two hazy figures. Finally, he handed the Martial Ancestor over to them and departed.

At that point, the images ended completely, because the White-Bone Ancestral Lord, seated cross-legged in the sky, had fully refined the giant forehead bone, making it part of the black warship.

But from what had been seen, one could fully infer what had happened in the past.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the White-Bone Ancestral Lord swept his hand again, forcibly tearing the Bone Well from hundreds of li away and melding it into the black warship.

Now it seemed the death world was truly sealed off from the outside.

Xiao Chen's heart jolted. Would he never be able to return to the Nine Provinces?