A thousand years ago, the Blood Moon descended, the gates of the Underworld opened wide, and humanity faced a grave crisis. A night watchman who cultivates only his spiritual soul descends the mountain, wielding a Soul-Suppressing Gong in his left hand and a Soul-Suppressing Hammer in his right to bring order to a chaotic world. At the end of the great battle, foreign races left behind a curse through their sacrifices, leaving night watchmen physically frail and unable to cultivate ever since. A thousand years later, a weasel asks, “Do I look more like a god or a human to you?” Qin Yang grins as he raises his hammer. The Demon King sneers, “A puny night watchman like you would shatter at a single touch!” With a thunderous boom, Qin Yang picks at his ear and says, “What did you say? Speak up!” All the demons and monsters tremble in fear.