All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11: The Crimson Altar
The Silent Crater was a wound in the earth. It was a massive, bowl-shaped depression, over a mile wide. The air here was no longer grey; it was stained a sickly, humid red. Lin Jin stood on the ridge, looking down. In the center of the crater stood a monolithic structure—a gigantic, black stone gate, half-buried in the ash. It was covered in ancient, jagged runes that hurt the eyes just to look at. Surrounding the gate was a scene from hell. Dozens of Blood Soul Hall disciples were busy like ants. They had erected a massive altar made of red obsidian. On the altar, bound in chains, were over twenty prisoners. Some wore the white robes of the Cloud Crane Sect. Others were rogue cultivators. Drip. Drip. The disciples were slitting the prisoners' wrists, letting their blood flow into carved channels that spiraled down toward the black gate. "Faster!" a booming voice echoed from the altar. A fat, grotesque man sat on a throne made of fresh bones. He was draped in layers of red s
Chapter 12: The Golden Marrow
CLANG-CRUNCH. The sound was sickening. It was the sound of a heavy butcher’s cleaver going through a ribcage. Elder Wei’s desperate defense—a High-Grade Spirit Shield made of Red Turtle Shell—didn't shatter. It simply aged a thousand years in a split second. The red shell turned grey, cracked, and crumbled into dust before the white bone blade even touched the Elder’s skin. "Ah..." Elder Wei looked down. The Gravekeeper Greatsword had sliced through his left shoulder, diagonally down through his chest, and embedded itself deep into the bone throne beneath him. There was no spray of blood. Wherever the bone blade touched flesh, the liquid boiled away instantly. The wound was cauterized by a grey, necrotic crust. "My... my cultivation..." Elder Wei gasped, blood foam bubbling at his lips. He could feel his Spirit Ocean—the liquid energy core he had spent fifty years building—leaking out. Not onto the floor, but into the sword. "You..." Elder Wei stared at Lin Jin with eyes full
Chapter 13: The Broken Jade and the Trembling Crane
Location: Jiang City – The Lin Family Estate The Lin Family estate was a paradise of pavilions, waterfalls, and spirit gardens. It stood in stark contrast to the rotting stench of the Blackwater Swamp. In the center of the estate lay the "Dragon Lake Cultivation Chamber." Inside, a young man sat cross-legged on a platform of white jade. He was handsome, with sharp brows and skin as smooth as porcelain. This was Lin Feng. The genius. The pride of Jiang City. He took a deep breath. The Spirit Qi in the room swirled violently, forming a vortex that rushed into his body. Hummmm. A golden aura radiated from his spine. This was the power of the "Supreme Marrow" his father had implanted in him three days ago. "Incredible," Lin Feng whispered, opening his eyes. They flashed with a golden light. "With this foundation, I have already broken through to the Spirit Gathering Realm – Stage 9. I am only one step away from the Spirit Ocean!" He stood up, feeling the explosive power in his li
Chapter 14: The Hall of Silent Kings
The heavy thud of the Black Gate closing sealed off the world of the living. Absolute darkness swallowed Lin Jin. But darkness meant nothing to a monster. Fwoosh. The white flames in Lin Jin’s eye sockets flared brighter, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. He looked down the path. It was a grand hallway, wide enough for ten carriages to ride abreast. The floor was paved with skulls—human, beast, and things that were neither—polished flat until they shone like marble. Lining the walls were thousands of skeletons. They were the ones Su Qing had seen. They wore rusted armor of an ancient design, kneeling on one knee, heads bowed toward the center path. "My honor guard," the Entity’s voice echoed in the silent hall. It sounded weary, heavy with the weight of eons. "The Tenth Legion. They died waiting for me to wake up." Lin Jin took a step. Crack. As his foot touched the floor, the nearest kneeling skeleton trembled. It didn't stand up. It collapsed into
Chapter 15: The Red Scorpions
Three Days Later. Outside the Ashbone Tomb. The silence of the Silent Crater was broken by the crunch of boots on bone. A group of five figures stood before the massive, sealed Black Gate. They didn't wear the uniform of the Lin Family, nor the robes of a Sect. They wore tight-fitting, black leather armor reinforced with dark red scales. They were the Red Scorpions. They were the most expensive assassin unit in Jiang City. They didn't fight wars; they erased problems. "Impressive," whispered the leader, Du Sha. She was a tall woman with a snake tattoo winding up her neck. She crouched down, examining a pile of dust that used to be a Blood Soul Hall disciple. "The bone is completely decalcified," Du Sha murmured, rubbing the grey powder between her gloved fingers. "No Spirit Qi residue. Just... dryness. It’s like the life was vacuumed out." "Captain," a burly man with a heavy crossbow grunted. "The Lin Family paid us 2,000 Gold Coins for a 'runaway boy.' They didn't say he was a
Chapter 16: The Courier of Rot
"Monster... he's a monster!" On the high ridge, Stone’s hands were shaking so violently he couldn't reload his siege crossbow. He was a veteran killer, a man who had sniped Spirit Gathering experts from a mile away. But he had never seen a human tank a Shatter-Star Bolt with his chest and not even flinch. "Reload! Reload, you damn fingers!" Stone screamed at himself, fumbling with the winch. Below him, amidst the chaos of the dying Venom Brothers, Lin Jin tilted his head. His silver eyes locked onto the ridge. "You are loud," Lin Jin said. He bent his knees. The ground beneath his boots—the petrified ash of the Dead Zone—cracked into a spiderweb pattern. BOOM. Lin Jin didn't run. He launched. Like a cannonball fired from a mortar, he soared through the air, covering the hundred-meter vertical distance in a single heartbeat. Stone looked up. The sun was blocked out. All he saw was a grey robe fl
Chapter 17: The Merchant of Obsidian
Iron Cloud City. Located fifty miles north of the Blackwater Swamp, Iron Cloud City was a chaotic hub of commerce, crime, and cultivation. It was a "Grey Zone"—a place where the laws of the Empire were loose, and the law of the fist was absolute. The streets were paved with black stone, slick with rain and oil. Neon spirit-lanterns flickered overhead, casting long shadows over the crowds of mercenaries, rogue cultivators, and merchants. A figure walked through the bustling main street. He wore a hooded grey robe that seemed to swallow the light around him. People instinctively stepped out of his path, feeling a subconscious chill as he passed, like a sudden drop in temperature. Lin Jin looked out from under his hood. His silver eyes were dimmed, hiding their metallic sheen, but his vision was sharper than ever. "Noisy," the Entity complained in his mind. "So much sweating. So much breathing. It smells like a cattle pen."
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Chapter 18: The Price of a Breath
Gold was heavy, but power was heavier. Lin Jin walked out of the Obsidian Pavilion with 2,500 Gold Tickets in his sleeve. To a mortal, this was a lifetime of wealth. To a cultivator, it was just enough to start a fire. "We need metal," the Entity instructed, its voice vibrating against Lin Jin’s skull. "Your bones are hard, but they are brittle. We need 'Heavy Yin Iron' or 'Star-Rot Ore'. Something to give your skeleton weight." "And poison," Lin Jin added, scanning the street signs. "The Shroud is hungry. It needs venom to refine its fibers." He turned down a narrow alleyway lined with shops that sold dangerous goods. The air here smelled of sulfur, dried blood, and bitter herbs. He stopped in front of a shop named "The Vulture’s Nest." Inside, cages of venomous snakes lined the walls. Jars of bubbling liquid sat on shelves. "I need Star-Rot Ore," Lin Jin said to the hunchbacked shopkeeper. The shopkeeper squinted. "Rare stuff. Dangerous. Uses up your life force just holding
Chapter 19: The Ghost in the Garden
The moon was hidden behind thick, suffocating clouds. A light drizzle fell over the Lin Family Estate, washing the roof tiles with a slick, dark sheen. The estate was a fortress. Since the news of the Red Scorpions’ demise, Patriarch Lin Xiao had doubled the guard. Spirit-sensing arrays scanned every fifty meters. Patrols of elite "Iron Guard" disciples marched in tight formations, their lanterns cutting through the mist. "Stay sharp," a guard captain grunted, adjusting his helmet. "The Patriarch says the enemy is a master of stealth." "Captain," a younger guard whispered, shivering. "Is it true? About Wang Kai? They say his arm... it didn't just break. It turned to dust." "Shut up. Rumors," the captain snapped. But his grip on his spear tightened. They were walking past the West Wall, a blind spot in the formation usually covered by a shadow-sensing ward. They didn't notice that the rain falling on the wall wasn't sliding down. It was sizzling. High above them, clinging to the
Chapter 20: The Rotten Throne
Five Days Later. The Morning of the Banquet. The sun rose over Jiang City, bathing the Lin Estate in golden light. Red lanterns hung from every eave, and silk banners danced in the wind. Today was the day the Lin Family would ascend to the heavens. But inside the Dragon Lake Chamber, the atmosphere was like a funeral. "Stop scratching! Hold him down!" Three alchemists struggled to pin Lin Feng to the jade bed. The "Genius of Jiang City" was screaming, his eyes bloodshot and wild. "It itches! It's eating me! Get it out!" Lin Feng shrieked, clawing at his own back. His golden silk pajamas were torn, revealing skin that was red, raw, and bleeding. Underneath the skin, his spine was vibrating. It wasn't a gentle hum; it was a violent shudder, like a trapped animal trying to escape a cage. "Patriarch," the Head Alchemist wiped sweat from his brow, his hands trembling. "The Supreme Marrow... it is rejecting him. It’s acting as if... as if the original owner is nearby calling for it."