A round of curved moon high hanging in the night sky, soft moonlight, trance like gossamer. The jungle is a place for animals to fight.

Mei Niang, dressed in white, looks up at the bright moon. A sigh expressed her melancholy. Two years of getting along with each other, the cry of "mother" made her love for the child who had no memory of the past.

"Weng" Mei Niang took out a jade ball from her arms and raised it high. Suddenly, a light curtain flashed in the sky, and two big blood red characters appeared. The devil roared.

"it's really worthy of being the treasure of the magic gate....