In the desolate mountains, the ancient temple had long become ruins.
Among the broken walls and severed columns, one could vaguely discern the splendor of bygone days.
The majestic and tall divine statue had long been shattered, only half of it remaining.
At this moment, a one-armed youth shakily lit the flame atop the divine altar, a great amount of tallow poured within, causing the soaring flames to appear all the brighter, instantly illuminating the entire temple.
"It's done..."
The youth's eyes lit up fiercely with the ascending flames.
He had learned of this forgotten temple from a Wandering Taoist.
It was said that the temple enshrined an ancient deity, and by conveying a wish to it, one could have it satisfied.
For this, the one-armed youth had spent three years gathering such a large vat of corpse oil... There were old people, children, men, women, good people, bad people... and of course, the dead...
