"All living beings are created by obsession, eroding each other and regenerating each other, but delusion will never be extinguished."
The sea of eclipse surges, and obsession turns into a corpse. For three hundred years, Candengyi's porcelain spirit Lu Zhan guarded the tangerine peel tea fields, just waiting for a shark who could help her repay her "freedom debt". The irritable and crying Xiao Ran fell from the sky, but the curse mark on her wrist resonated with the blood lines on her chest - it turned out that their fate had been entangled in the blood and fire of a sacrifice kiln.
At the Snake Tomb in the northern border, Chongming, the snake king, crazily wanted to avenge his sister, but he deceived A Zhuo, a young Taoist priest from Chunyang, into the game. She hated him to the core, but he always protected her under the snake's tail when the Master-killing Curse struck. Love and hatred are intertwined, who is the disaster?
When the century-old catastrophe of sea erosion comes ahead of schedule, the ghost market lamp oil of Blood Rakshasa, the hypocritical Taoist robe of Xuan Xiaozi, the puppet master's life-thread... All the crazy people gather at the final lampstand. To quell the calamity of annihilation, three source lamps need to be burned - porcelain marrow, shark beads, and snake crown. Burning them out is the eternal secret.
"Madam boss, the money I owe you for tea... I'll pay it back in my next life."
"Little Taoist priest, close your eyes. I will take you home."
This is an Eastern fantasy story about obsession, sacrifice and redemption. If you are willing to use pain as a lamp, come to this world where the bones are held and watch how they burn their delusion into daylight.
