There is no spiritual energy between heaven and earth, only baleful energy that corrodes the bones and consumes the soul.
For ordinary people to scrape by, they must worship divine statues and pray for protection. For cultivators to seek immortality, they must light a lamp in their heart lake, using their lives as the candle and burning baleful energy as oil.
In this world, gods devour people and ghosts bewitch the mind. Cultivation is a gamble with your life on the line.
The young Zhang Zhu guards a lonely temple in the wilderness, carrying a blank ledger that can "purify baleful energy into spiritual energy." In this chaotic age, where humans and gods mingle and demons and monsters roam everywhere, he must tread with utmost care.
Light the heart lamp, summon evil gods, shape a golden body, open the inner temple.
"I, Daoist Zhang Zhu, seek neither fame nor status among the nobles. I ask only that this lamp of life never go out, and that I may attain the Dao and live forever."
