[Over ten years, you became famous throughout this domain.]
[The Mountain Kings all knew you had a bizarre combat method that dragged people into forced duels.]
[As a result, all the Mountain Kings became cautious in word and deed, never revealing their real names. Any subordinate who knew their real name was turned into firewood on the spot.]
[Year fifty-five, age ninety-one.]
[You were now sporting another full-body mix-and-match look.]
[You had the bear-claw hand bones of the King of Bear Ridge, the shark dorsal-fin bone of the King of Thousand-Island Lake, the conical shoulder blade of the King of Giant Stone Wasteland...]
[These were all purple copper bones, each the strongest bone in its king's body, tempered with concentrated Ghostfire and half a lifetime of painstaking effort.]
[Although wearing this mix-and-match skeleton caused no conflicts, rejection, hindrances, or other adverse effects,]
[you still persevered in searching for a way to use the Martial Scripture's "Unifying Force" to make your skeleton less of a patchwork.]
[You had already made some progress, but had yet to achieve it.]
["9527, it's been a long time since the boys below sent us any intelligence about the Mountain Kings. Have all the Mountain Kings in our Rift Valley Domain died off?"]
[After spending over a decade here, you had learned that the region you were in was called the Rift Valley Domain.]
[This domain might not have been particularly large, but given Ghost Dao Practitioners' primitive flight methods and slow travel speeds, a single domain could be considered boundless to an ordinary Ghost Dao Practitioner.]
[By rights, there should have been plenty of Mountain King-level Ghost Dao Practitioners here.]
[You had not stayed at Three Fork Ridge all this time, either, but frequently migrated with your followers.]
[Wherever there was a Mountain King, you