On a snowy night deep in the Guizhou Mountains, a dying baby girl was hidden under the altar table in the mountain temple. The longevity lock in her swaddling clothes had a twisted word "spiritual" engraved on it. When the old Taoist Xuanyang picked her up, no one expected that this child's life would be harder than the rock - she could see shadows that ordinary people couldn't see, could hear the souls floating in the wind, and even the most ferocious "old changer" in the mountain had to be afraid of her.
Before the sweet potato paste in the ruined temple had cooled down, Lingya followed Xuanyang to learn how to identify poisonous weeds and draw talisman paper. As soon as her fingertips gathered a glimmer of light, she dared to chase the mandrill into the grave. But she still couldn't understand why Xuanyang looked at her with eyes that were heavier than the fog in Qianshan Mountain? Why do I get a headache every time I touch the longevity lock, as if something is chewing on my bones?
Until that night, Xuanyang protected her from a fatal blow, and before he died, he gave her half of a broken tablet with the word "Yelang" engraved on it. Only then did Lingya realize that she was not a child abandoned by her parents. It was not her life that was locked up in her long life, but the secret that could overthrow the entire Guizhou Mountain - her bones and blood contained Yelang's spiritual veins that were sealed a hundred years ago.
From then on, the mountain spirits and wild monsters became a small matter. What chased her was not only the mysterious man in black robe, but also the heart-eating curse hidden in her blood. She clutched the broken stele and rushed out of the mountain. Her chest felt hot with the longevity lock, and the Xuanyang Cult's spell glowed on her fingertips. Those mountain souls who had overheard her crying in the ruined temple now became her soldiers to protect her.
But no one told her that on the day her spiritual veins awakened, she would have to cut off the bonds she cared about most with her own hands, either to become a new seal in Qianshan, or... To let the bloody catastrophe of a hundred years ago happen again.
And the string of footprints following her in the snow, are they Xuanyang's unburned soul, or something more terrifying?
