Holding a Lamp to Illuminate the World

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is poisonous, and monks will fall into disgrace if they breathe it in. The sight of the ancient gods is the most vicious curse in the world. Wherever it looks, the rules turn to dust and the world turns into ruins. The boy climbed out of the ruins. In his palm he held a lamp that did not belong to this world. Its flame was pure and could wash away all filth. Under his feet was a shadow that did not belong to him. The shadow was deep and imprisoned all things. He is the embodiment of light and the carrier of darkness. He is the only lantern holder and the co-owner of Wangui. When the god's eyes fall on you again, he will raise the lantern, chuckle and whisper: "This time, it is my shadow's turn to come see you."