The evil god who had run out of oil and lamps in the mountain forest did not wait for the silence of death. Instead, he waited for a ray of sunlight to shine on his face from the roof of the shabby temple...
There was no mountain god in this mountain, but he came, but she came, and God was born!
He is the old god who once oppressed the three realms but now only has a trace of his soul left. She is the miraculous medicine that God gave to this world to save the world. When she meets him, what kind of sparks will be created?
Intention: What you think is what you get