Yang Clan of Hedong! Rebuild the Northwest! the Tripod Fortresses the Gobi!

The Yang Clan of Hedong! Rise Up, Northwest! Hold the Gobi Steady!

[Family Novel · Slow-Burn Novel · Old Law and New Law]

If you are tired of fast-paced novels, come take a look at a slow-burn one. Life needs to slow down.

Realms: Meridians, Qi Refining, Spirit Gathering, Spirit Terrace, Jade Mansion... the later realms appear after chapter two hundred.

Refining the vital meridians to connect heaven and earth, gathering the divine soul to illuminate past and present.

With a spirit terrace the size of a square inch, a jade mansion can penetrate the void, a dao embryo can be nurtured, and a dharma form can appear on its own. Once one reaches unity of heaven and man, one can pluck the mystical fruit of longevity and prove one’s true heart through countless tribulations.

In the northwest of the imperial dynasty, ten thousand li of Gobi.

Barren wasteland is the law here, and poverty is the fate carved into generation after generation.

But there are always those who refuse to submit.

What heaven does not give, they seize with their own hands.

What the great path does not bestow, they snatch with blood and fire.

Yang Xiuyuan stands amid the sandstorm, a purple cauldron hovering in his palm, invisible to all.

Some say he relies entirely on heaven-sent opportunities, but he only laughs coldly:

"The purple cauldron is merely an external object. Every breakthrough on the path of cultivation—I achieved with my own effort.

Purple cauldron, break for me!"

From a border tribe to a state-protecting clan.

From a humble eighth-rank commoner family to one with power over the court.

The world only sees the family’s glorious radiance, and does not see how many hands in the darkness lifted hope, how many backs carried destiny.

They call themselves the "children of destiny,"

but what so-called destiny really is, is merely persisting one more moment than fate does in an absolute dead end.

The wind of the Gobi still howls, and a new legend is tearing through the wasteland and rising into the sky.

《镇鼎戈壁》

—There are no gifts here, only a kingdom fought for step by step.