The Legend of Bone Sovereign

I’ve spent seventeen years in the Scrap Valley, breathing in toxic mist and eating the leftovers of the "elites" who live in the floating palaces above. I was born with no talent, no status, and no future. I was supposed to be the guy who gets crushed by the weight of this world. But I’ve got a secret. Deep inside me, there’s something that doesn't care about "talent" or "meditation." It doesn't care about being refined. My bones have a hunger of their own. Every time I get hit, every time I’m pushed to the brink of death, my body doesn't break—it forges. My ribs are turning to iron. My spine is becoming a weapon. They think I’m just a scavenger, a piece of filth to be kicked aside. But they’re about to realize that the most dangerous thing in this world isn't an elite cultivator. It’s a man who has nothing to lose, and a body that gets stronger every time you try to break it. I’m done digging through trash. It’s time to start climbing.