Zhenlong Earth Master

In the twenty-ninth year of the Republic of China, A snowy night outside the customs. My name is Guan Shan, He is an earth master who can observe the earth's energy and distinguish yin and yang. Until the gang broke in, Take me and grandpa together, He was taken captive into the mountains to the north. There, the entire mountain was hollowed out. An unimaginably huge altar of reverse Bagua, It is being built by the Japanese Onmyoji. They made bricks out of the flesh and blood of my people, Using twisted runes as a guide, Trying to do something that goes against heaven, Steal the luck of mountains and rivers. Here, I saw real workers with my own eyes, Aged into withered bones in a few breaths. Time is torn like rags. Before my grandfather died, I exchanged my life for the last eight words: "Returning to Tibet is not the end, it is the beginning of resurrection." I understand. I am not a prisoner, I am the last "ruin guard". Facing a foreign genius who is proficient in "Lianshanyi", A fellow cruel and ruthless traitor, And the power of "ruin" that may swallow everything at any time... I hold the ancestral compass tightly, And that "key" that matters to everything. This underground devil's cave is not their ladder to heaven. But I chose it for them - Ten Thousand Burial Mounds!