Dao of Clones

In the dark void, countless skeletons floated around. Among them, there was an incomparably huge skeleton that was motionless like a mountain range. On its skeleton stood countless souls of all kinds of races. They seemed to be entangled by invisible chains and could not break free. They were densely packed and at a glance, it was extremely terrifying.

This skeleton had four limbs, but its back was wide, far wider than those four limbs. It did not have a head or tail, so no one could imagine what its real body looked like.

At the highest point of its back, a figure sat there, surrounded by a strange green mist. The trajectory of the Great Dao could be vaguely seen.

In the green mist, one could barely see a human figure. He seemed to be cultivating as his palms continuously changed moves, even producing afterimages.