In the volcano, a mechanism immortal palace left behind by ancient sages and great powers longs for a successor. His mother sacrificed her life to obtain the immortal palace's precious seal and entrusted it to Ning Zhuo on her deathbed. I, Buddha, Heart-Demon Seal!

Save oneself to become Buddha, save others to become a demon. The seal-holder lightly carves the heart-seal and controls mechanisms as if they were feathers. When others control them, their spirits tire and their intentions grow heavy; Ning Zhuo, however, governs ten thousand with one, light and graceful as a dance.

Ning Zhuo said, "Mother, your son will surely not fail your trust and will obtain that immortal palace!" It is precisely thus: Immortal puppets possess spiritual secrets; craftsmanship coincides with ultimate truth. Opening the universe creates new realms; the splendor of things rivals heaven.

An ancient bell transmits the Dharma; beneath the moon, clear radiance dances. The true form embodies ten thousand phenomena; who in the mortal world can rival it!