One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Song Shuhang's heart felt somewhat stifled.
The mutation of his illusory core already left him very worried. If his immortal bone was also mutated, then he would have two things to worry about.
In addition, if it really did mutate, would it affect his ascension to the Fifth Stage? The immortal bones were not a joke—if it caused his ascension to the Fifth Stage to become troublesome, he would really cry himself to sleep.
It doesn't matter if its shape is ugly, or if it doesn't look like human bones, but please at least have the basic function unaffected. Please don't switch my immortal bones with demonic bones, Song Shuhang prayed in his heart.
In the end, the immortal bone finally took shape.
The curved immortal bone looked a bit like the bones of a giant whale... just that they were a bit flat.
Fortunately, in its entirety, it was still within the definition of a 'bone'.