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MidReal Story
Swordbone Time
Scenario:仙侠世界
主角：剑道高手
晋身路线：凡人->仙人->神人
情境：凡人，仙人，神人，魔道，鬼道，主角从小不受待见，意外捡到剑谱，自此一步步发展
长篇小说，8000章，分卷
书本名称：剑骨时空
男主角：林寒
女主角：白璃
作品简介：在苍茫山脉深处，一个被诅咒的少年林寒，背负着神秘的剑骨印记，踏上了一条跨越时空的宿命之路。从凡人到剑道至尊，从过去到未来，他的每一步都牵动着天地命数。 血脉之谜：林寒的剑骨并非天赋，而是三百年前轩辕氏为追求永生而设下的血祭之局。他的出生，是一场精心策划的阴谋，他的命运，是一场跨越时空的轮回。 时空交错：当林寒觉醒剑骨之力，他发现自己能够穿梭于不同的时空。在过去的剑冢中，他遇见了初代剑侍；在未来的都市里，他邂逅了另一个自己。时空的界限在他面前变得模糊，因果的链条在他手中重新连接。 宿命对决：魔尊的残魂在时空长河中苏醒，企图吞噬整个天地。林寒必须与不同时空的自己联手，唤醒初代轩辕剑的真正力量，终结这场跨越三百年的宿命之战。 剑道巅峰：从刹那永恒剑意到时空剑道，林寒在一次次生死对决中领悟剑道真谛。他的剑，不仅斩断敌人的性命，更斩断时空的枷锁，重塑因果的秩序。 剑骨时空》是一部融合仙侠、时空穿越与宿命对决的史诗巨作。在这里，剑道与时空交织，命运与因果碰撞，一个少年的成长，将改变整个天地的格局。
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Lin Han
brave, and introspective. Lin Han discovers his mark is a curse from the Xuanyuan clan's quest for immortality. He learns to harness his power and travels through time to confront the Demon Lord's remnants. His journey spans centuries, meeting past and future versions of himself. Lin Han seeks to break the curse and restore balance to the timeline.
Bai Li
loyal, and wise. Bai Li becomes Lin Han's ally in his quest against the Demon Lord's remnants. She teaches him about the ancient sword intent and helps him understand his powers. Her bond with Lin Han grows as they navigate challenges together, sharing knowledge and supporting each other through battles.
Xuanyuan Qing
ambitious, and manipulative. Xuanyuan Qing orchestrates Lin Han's birth as part of her clan's plan for immortality by using him as a sacrificial vessel for their bloodline power. Her actions set in motion Lin Han's journey across timelines to confront the consequences of her clan's actions.
The swordbone on my forehead was not a gift from heaven; it was a curse.
It was a bloodline mark, and my birth was the beginning of this curse.
Three hundred years ago, the Xuanyuan clan, which had once dominated the world for a while, suddenly declined after they learned of the existence of the bloodline system.
In their desperation for immortality, they set in motion a plan to sacrifice their bloodline power, using a mortal as a vessel to incubate their bloodline, so as to give birth to a new body that would possess the power of the bloodline.
I was that person's reincarnation.
The swordbone on my forehead was the mark of the Xuanyuan clan's bloodline.
However, I did not know this at first.
It all started with my discovery of the mark on my forehead.
A black strip about two inches long on my forehead, like a streak of lacquer.
The mark was like a seal, and it looked like it was carved into my skin.
I found the mark on my forehead when I was practicing in the training hall of the clan.
The training hall was dimly lit, with only a few candles burning at the four corners.
There were some ancient swords on the wall, which had been hanging there for centuries.
The ancient sword I approached was about four feet long, and it was sheathed in a black scabbard that seemed to have a lacquer-like sheen.
It was the same sheen as the mark on my forehead.
I reached out for it, and suddenly, the mark began to burn.
It was a strange feeling, as if blood were flowing through my body.
My fingers were just inches away from the hilt of the sword, and they were trembling slightly.
I felt that the air around me was becoming denser, and it seemed that something big was about to happen.
When I finally grasped the sword, a jolt of energy surged through my arm, as if I had been struck by lightning. The weapon felt alive in my hand, and it seemed to be pulsing with an ancient rhythm that matched my heartbeat.
The swordbone mark on my forehead throbbed painfully.
Suddenly, scenes from centuries past flashed before my eyes.
I saw battles between good and evil; I saw people wielding swords that shone like stars; I saw heroes standing alone against the world; I saw blood flowing like rivers; I saw countless memories that didn't belong to me but felt like they did.
"Do you see it now?" a voice echoed in my mind, ancient and weary.
"Who are you?" I asked aloud, my voice trembling as the visions faded.
"I am the last guardian of the Xuanyuan bloodline," the voice replied, "and you, child, are its final hope."
The sword's vibrations coursed up my arm, causing the mark on my forehead to burn hotter.
The air in the training hall seemed to vibrate with an ethereal hum, as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart.
I felt the weight of centuries of power and knowledge flooding through me, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
The mark on my forehead was a key, and the sword in my hand was a door.
Together, they had unlocked a world of ancient secrets and untold power.
And I was just beginning to explore its depths.
As I held the sword aloft, a low chant echoed through the training hall.
It was an ancient dialect, one that I had never heard before.
But somehow, I knew exactly what it meant. The sword in my hand seemed to be speaking to me, its voice blending with that of the last guardian in my mind.
Together, they were calling out to something greater than myself.
Something that had been dormant for centuries, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The air in the hall began to distort, as if heat were radiating from the sword in my hand.
The other weapons on the wall trembled, their brackets rattling ominously.
I felt a strange sensation building inside me, like a storm about to break free.
And then it happened.
One by one, the swords on the wall lifted from their brackets and hovered in mid-air.
They aligned themselves in a circular formation around me, their tips pointing inward like deadly petals on a flower.
The chant grew louder still, echoing off every surface of the training hall.
It was hypnotic and mesmerizing, drawing me in with an otherworldly power. The mark on my forehead burned hotter than ever before, pulsing with an energy that threatened to consume me whole.
I tried to release the sword from my grasp, but my fingers wouldn't budge from its hilt.
It was as if I were no longer in control of my own body.
"Do not fear, child," the guardian's voice soothed, cutting through the chaos.
"But what is happening to me?" I gasped, struggling against the overwhelming force.
"The bloodline awakens, and with it, your destiny," the guardian replied, its tone both grave and reassuring.
The ancient chant grew louder still, echoing in my ears like a mantra.
I forced myself to remain still, watching as the orbiting weapons blurred into rings of steel.
My arms trembled from gripping the black sword, but I dared not release it.
The burning sensation from my mark spread down my neck and across my shoulders, making my muscles spasm.
Through gritted teeth, I tried matching the chant's cadence with my breathing.
The guardian's presence guided me, showing me how to direct the surging energy.
And then, when I had finally synchronized with the rhythm, the circling blades slowed their frantic dance.
One by one, they aligned vertically before me like soldiers awaiting command.
In that moment, I understood that I was no longer just a vessel—I was the master of the bloodline's legacy.
Sweat dripped down my face as I focused on the hovering weapons.
I willed them to move according to my thoughts, and they responded sluggishly at first.
The blades scraped against each other with metallic screeches, but as I continued to concentrate, they began to obey my commands.
I discovered that visualizing clear patterns helped me guide them.
When I pictured a shield formation in my mind, five swords slid into place, overlapping each other in a curved wall before me.
The black sword in my grip pulsed in sync with the mark on my forehead, guiding my control.
More blades joined the formation, arranging themselves in overlapping layers that defied logic.
"Is this what it means to be the last hope?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of power.
"It is your birthright," the guardian's voice replied, resonating with a solemn certainty.
"But why me, and why now?" I asked, feeling the weight of destiny pressing down on my shoulders.
"Your bloodline has been chosen for a reason," the guardian said, its voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
"The world needs you, and it needs you now."
I stood at the entrance of the training hall, testing my newfound control over the floating weapons.
With a thought, I sent three swords cutting through practice dummies while keeping the black sword steady in my grip.
The rush of power made my head spin.
More villagers gathered outside, drawn by the commotion.
Their fearful whispers reached my ears, and I heard them speak of the cursed mark on my forehead.
Anger flared in my chest as I remembered years of their sideways glances and cruel gossip.
The guardian's voice urged caution, but I ignored its warning.
Walking out into the evening light, I raised the ancient blade above my head.
The villagers cowered, but one figure pushed through the crowd.
It was White Robe Elder Chen, his weathered face showing a hint of recognition rather than the usual disgust.
The hovering weapons trembled in my grip, mirroring my uncertainty.
Elder Chen had always watched me from afar during my lonely childhood, never joining the mockery but never intervening either.
Now he approached slowly, hands raised in a peaceful gesture.
The mark on my forehead pulsed with energy as he drew closer, and the guardian's voice whispered a warning.
But something in Elder Chen's steady gaze made me hold my ground.
"Do you remember the stories your mother used to tell you?" Elder Chen asked, his voice gentle yet firm.
I nodded, confusion mingling with curiosity.
"They weren't just stories; they were preparing you for this moment," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip.
"Come with me, Lin Han," Elder Chen said, his voice carrying a weight of authority that I couldn't resist.
I followed him to his private study, the hovering weapons still trembling in my grip.
As we walked, the mark on my forehead burned with an otherworldly fire.
The villagers watched in a mixture of awe and fear as we passed, their whispers echoing behind us.
Elder Chen led me into his dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of old books and incense.
He gestured for me to sit, and I hesitantly lowered myself onto a worn cushion.
The guardian's voice whispered in my mind, urging caution and vigilance.
But something about Elder Chen's calm demeanor put me at ease.
He took the black sword from my hand, examining it under the flickering candlelight.
His weathered fingers ran along the blade's edge, tracing intricate patterns etched into the metal.
I noticed grooves near the hilt that seemed out of place, almost like they were meant for something specific.
The sword began to vibrate in Elder Chen's grip, and I felt the mark on my forehead burn in response.
A clicking sound echoed through the room, drawing our attention to the base of the handle.
A small panel slid open, revealing a hidden compartment.
Inside lay a yellowed parchment, its edges crumbling with age. Elder Chen carefully unfolded it, revealing intricate markings that glowed faintly when they caught the light.
The map depicted a path winding through treacherous mountains, symbols marking specific locations that I had never seen before.
"This is a map, Lin Han," Elder Chen explained, his voice steady and measured.
"It's a guide to the ancient training grounds where the Xuanyuan clan first discovered the power of the bloodline."
I studied the parchment intently, my mind racing with questions.
The hovering weapons settled around us in a defensive circle, their blades humming with anticipation.
Elder Chen continued, "The path is fraught with danger. You'll need to navigate treacherous peaks and avoid deadly traps."
As I traced the route on the map with my finger, I noticed that specific points seemed to pulse with energy.
When I touched them, the black sword vibrated in sync.
It was as if it was attuned to some hidden power within me.
"The Heart of the Dragon is an ancient place where the Xuanyuan clan once trained," Elder Chen said, his voice carrying a hint of reverence.
"It's where they first discovered the power of their bloodline."
The guardian's voice echoed in my mind once more, urging me to be cautious and vigilant.
Others would soon sense my awakened power and seek to claim it for themselves.
Elder Chen's dimly lit study was filled with dusty tomes and flickering candles, casting shadows on the walls.
He carefully placed a small, intricately carved jade amulet in my palm.
The circular pendant bore patterns matching the ones etched onto the black sword.
As I held it, the burning sensation from the mark on my forehead gradually subsided for the first time since my awakening.
The hovering weapons around us lowered slightly, responding to my relaxed state.
"This is one of three sacred artifacts left by the Xuanyuan clan," Elder Chen explained, his voice steady and measured.
"It's said to grant protection to those who wield it. You'll need it on your journey."
I attempted to return the amulet, but Elder Chen closed my fingers around it, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and concern.
"The guardian's silence is suspicious," I whispered, glancing out of the window where dark clouds gathered in the distance.
"Trust in the amulet, Lin Han," Elder Chen replied, "for it will guide you when all else fails."
The amulet pulsed in my hand, its energy coursing through me.
Suddenly, wind whipped through Elder Chen's study, scattering scrolls and rattling shelves.
The hovering weapons snapped into a defensive formation, their blades humming with anticipation.
The black sword trembled against my palm, its power surging through me.
Behind the door, stone grated against stone - the back wall of the study split open, revealing rough-hewn steps descending into darkness.
Elder Chen gripped my shoulder firmly, his eyes fixed on mine.
"The passage has been revealed," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil around us.
"Follow it, Lin Han. The guardian awaits."
I hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead.
But the mark on my forehead flared once more, searing pain coursing through me.
"Elder Chen, what if I'm not ready?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the howling wind.
"You've been chosen by the guardian, Lin Han," he replied, his gaze unwavering.
"Ready or not, your destiny is calling."
I stood at the top of the stone steps, my floating weapons casting shifting shadows on the walls.
The jade amulet pulsed faster in my palm, its rhythm matching the burning mark on my forehead.
Taking a deep breath, I descended into the darkness, each step echoing through the narrow passage.
The black sword's energy rippled through my arm as I used it to light our way.
Cobwebs brushed against my face, and the air grew thick with ancient dust.
My weapons scraped against the rough walls, following my uncertain movements.
Finally, we reached the bottom of the passage.
Ahead, a soft blue glow emanated from a chamber.
I stepped forward, and the chamber's light revealed a colossal dragon statue, its eyes gleaming with an ancient, knowing power.
I stood frozen, my weapons still poised for battle, as I faced the magnificent creature.
Its nostrils suddenly twitched, and a thunderous sneeze shook the chamber.
Glittering dust erupted from its nose, filling the air with swirling silver particles.
My mark burned as the dust began to coalesce into thousands of thumb-sized beings that darted around me like fireflies.
They landed on my black sword, tugging at my clothes and hovering around me.
The jade amulet pulsed rapidly in response.
The dragon's eyes flickered to life, and a deep, resonant voice filled the chamber: "Welcome, Keeper of the Blade."
I stood transfixed as a slender figure emerged from behind the dragon statue.
Her white robes glowed in the chamber's blue light, and her long hair cascaded like silver down her back.
My hovering weapons instinctively shifted to defensive positions, and the silver beings scattered like startled birds.
As she drew closer, I saw her face clearly - delicate features marked by a familiar black streak across her forehead.
My own mark burned in recognition.
The jade amulet pulsed rapidly as she approached, and my black sword trembled in response to her presence.
She reached out her hand, palm up, revealing an amulet identical to the one I held.
I watched, my weapons still poised, as she walked past me, her gaze fixed on the creaking sound.
The silver beings darted away from her path.
She placed her hand on the base of the dragon statue, and both our forehead marks pulsed with a painful intensity.
The stone wall behind the dragon statue slowly split apart, revealing rough-hewn steps descending into blackness.
My jade amulet glowed hot against my chest as stale air rushed out of the opening.
She turned to me, her eyes reflecting the blue chamber light, and gestured for me to follow.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I am the Keeper of Secrets," she replied, her voice echoing softly in the chamber.
"And together, we must awaken the dragon's heart to reclaim what was lost."
I hesitated, my weapons still floating around me, then followed her down the dark stairs.
The air grew thick and stale as we descended deeper into the earth.
When we reached another chamber, our forehead marks pulsed in unison.
My jade amulet glowed hot against my chest as she positioned me in front of a smaller dragon statue.
"Raise your black sword," she instructed, her voice filled with an ancient power.
She began to chant, her words echoing off the walls.
The chamber vibrated beneath us, and my weapons spun faster around us.
The stone surface of the dragon statue cracked, revealing a faint glow underneath.
The cracks spread, and golden light seeped through the fissures.
My weapons drifted closer to me as the mysterious woman continued her chant, her mark pulsing in sync with mine.
The dragon statue shattered with a thunderous crack, and from the fragments emerged a small dragon.
No larger than a house cat, it had iridescent scales that shimmered in the chamber's light.
Its eyes sparkled with a playful intensity as it circled us three times, leaving a trail of glittering sparks in its wake.
To my surprise, it landed on my outstretched sword.
The dragon began to shed its scales, which floated together in mid-air to form an intricate map.
I stared in awe at the shimmering map, the tiny dragon perched on my black sword.
My weapons hovered around me, their movements uncertain as the chamber shook with tremors.
Dust fell from the ceiling, and the mysterious woman grabbed my arm, pointing to a faint line on the map.
The line pulsed in sync with our forehead marks.
I traced the line with my finger, and the dragon chirped, flying to a spot on the far wall of the chamber.
I followed its path, noticing that one stone in the wall seemed slightly loose.
The jade amulet glowed hot against my chest as I pushed harder on the stone.
The stone ground inward with a heavy scraping sound, and the tiny dragon fluttered anxiously around my head.
The mysterious woman stepped back, her eyes widening.
In the small cavity, I saw a pile of crystalline dust.
Before I could reach for it, the dragon landed on my black sword again, its tail twitching.
Then, in a high-pitched voice, it let out a sneeze that sent the dust flying into the air.
The particles caught the blue chamber light, transforming into rainbow-colored bubbles that floated upward.