I Told You to Light a Lamp, Not Illuminate the Whole World!

This is a world where everyone cultivates by lighting lamps. Some hang their lamps like swords, and a single beam can split mountains and rivers. Some use one lamp to guard a city, holding back armies that dare not cross the line. Others hang their lamps in the highest heavens, where they become eternal stars. Shen Bugui's lamp, however, is quite ordinary. Because the only principle he believes in is this: “Someone coming home late should always have a lamp left burning for them.” Until that rainy night. A man who had been dead for three days, carrying his long-extinguished lifebound lamp, knocked on the door of the Shen family's lamp shop. “Shopkeeper.” “I can't find my way home.” Many years later, when Shen Bugui stood at the end of the long night with that battered old lamp in his hand, countless lights from homes across the world shone behind him. Only then did everyone realize: They'd only asked the kid to light a lamp. They hadn't asked him to light up the whole world!