The Investiture of the Gods Carved in My Bones

On his eighteenth birthday, the bone pattern detector zeroed out in front of him. In a world where destiny is determined by bone patterns, a zero value means being discarded. Everyone at the welfare home asked: Shen Mo, what's the point of your existence? Later, he learned that the instrument couldn't detect him because his bone pattern frequency wasn't on the same dimension as all the systems in this world. Carved into his bones was something lost for three thousand years. The Investiture of the Gods. Others fought over family backgrounds and resources, afraid of overload backlash even when embedding a fragment of a residual pattern into their marrow; he just brushed his fingertip over the debris, and the bone pattern automatically completed itself, power surging wildly along his meridians. Ordinary people could never touch the three-pattern ceiling in their lifetime, but deep in his bones, the seals of Nezha, Yang Jian, Jiang Ziya... one by one, the Investiture marks lost for three thousand years were awakening. The nine-tailed fox sealed underground broke free, and upon seeing him, stopped and trembled; the forbidden organization Ink Bone Society went mad searching the city, wanting to dismantle his bones alive to extract patterns for alchemy; the Pattern Engraving Administration tested him layer by layer, only treating him as a rare mutant. No one dared to think the craziest thought—the complete Investiture of the Gods lost after the divine war three thousand years ago was never lost. It was carved into every inch of Shen Mo's bones. When the phantoms of the Investiture gods appeared behind him all at once, the entire pattern engraving order of Cangyuan Star began to collapse. — Description from novelcodex.org