Deep within a volcano lies a mechanical immortal palace left behind by ancient sages and mighty cultivators, yearning for a successor.
His mother risked her life to claim its immortal seal, then entrusted it to Ning Zhuo with her dying breath.
My Buddha-Heart Demon Seal!
Save yourself and become a Buddha; save others and turn them into demons.
The seal's wielder need only lightly inscribe a mark upon the heart to command the mechanisms as easily as feathers. Others grow weary and burdened when they control them, but Ning Zhuo can command ten thousand with a single leap, moving as lightly as if he were dancing.
Ning Zhuo: “Mother, I will not fail the trust you placed in me. I will claim that immortal palace!”
Thus goes the verse:
The spirit of the immortal puppets holds secrets deep,
Their ingenious craft follows the highest principles.
They open new realms and forge new frontiers,
Their splendor rivals the heavens above.
Ancient bells pass down the ways of the Dao,
Beneath the moon, they dance in silvery light.
Their true forms contain all things under heaven,
Who in this world could stand against them?
