Zhulong Tunyuan

Spiritual roots are the life of a monk. When Chu Chen turned sixteen, he discovered that his spiritual roots were gone - eaten away by the closed white mouth in his dantian, leaving only the last bit of residue. Three hundred acres of spiritual fields in the south of the city have dried up, and most of the spiritual energy in the city has dried up. The city lord's mansion has offered a reward for thousands of souls, and is wanted for "spiritual thieves". And that thief slept in the blacksmith shop in Xichenggen every night. "Don't eat people, don't eat lives. For every life in this world, there are people waiting for it to come home and eat." From now on, I have the final say on what it eats.