The distant Far East.
In the vast wilderness, there lay a vast city spanning a hundred miles, and in the center of the city stood a towering palace.
This was the Holy Land of the White Bone Demon Path, the White Bone Palace.
Though it was named for bones, the White Bone Palace was not what the outside world imagined, a demonic lair made of human bones, just as the White Bone Demon Lord was not the terrifying demon of legend.
On the rooftop of the White Bone Palace, a thin, short old man stood at the edge of the platform, gazing at the people in the city below.
Within the city that housed the White Bone Palace, traces of any cultivators were nearly absent, with only ordinary mortals present.
Even the disciples of the White Bone Palace were forbidden from casual contact with mortals, let alone killing to refine bones.
Even the various Saint Heirs did not dare to defy this rule.
