White Bone Mountain, just as its name suggests, bones piled like a mountain. New bones accumulate as old ones are buried deep; various poisonous insects wander about, and the valley exudes a foul mist as thick as clouds blocking the sun.
From time to time, people fly overhead, opening their Qiankun Bags, and a raining down of bones white as snow falls from them.
The scattering of all sorts of large and small freshly picked bones is a routine exercise from all directions.
At night, ghostly fires dance all around the area, creating a rather spectacular view.
Deep within the layered Bone Mountains, in an ancient palace built from the skeletons of colossal beasts, a mesmerizing woman with alabaster skin reclines on a throne crafted from a gigantic skull of a unicorn beast, wearing a dark red dress, breathing freely amidst the swirling miasma emanating from the socket of the skull overhead, her eyes closed as if dozing.
