Mortal Burning Lamp

I guard the loneliest cemetery in the world, where immortals who were forgotten thousands of years ago are buried. Until that night the tombstones rang in unison, and a broken sword led me into the ancient bronze palace. The cold sword spirit woke up behind me: "You awakened more than just my soul." The demon princess's fox tail wrapped around my wrist: "Little Prince, can I lend you your life?" They said that I was the tombkeeper abandoned by heaven. Little did I know that the bronze lamp in my palm was burning the last remaining souls of the gods and demons in the heavens. When the starry sky fell, Master tore off his mask and said, "Disciple, let me lend you my Taoist bones." I smiled and raised the burned out lamp: "Master, did you know... That you are also in the lamp oil?"