In the volcano, the immortal palace of mechanisms left behind by the ancient sages longs for a successor.

His mother risked her life to obtain the palace's treasure seal, entrusting it to Ning Zhuo on her deathbed.

My Buddha-heart demon seal!

To save oneself is to become a Buddha; to save others is to become a demon.

The seal-bearer lightly etches the heart seal, commanding the mechanisms as if with feathers. Others wield it, exhausted and burdened; Ning Zhuo, however, with a single leap commands ten thousand, light as dance.

Ning Zhuo: "Mother, I will surely not disappoint your trust and obtain that immortal palace!"

Indeed:

The secret of the immortal puppet's spirit communication, where ingenuity meets the ultimate principle.

Opening the universe to new realms, the splendor of things equals heaven.

The ancient bell transmits the law; beneath the moon, it dances with clear radiance.

His true form embodies myriad phenomena; who on earth could rival him!