Five thousand years ago, Dushan produced jade, and the Bai River sustained its people. The spark of Neolithic civilization lay hidden among the stones.
The young Yuheng inherits a craft passed down through generations. With every swing of his shovel and chisel, he grows from a humble craftsman into the master of Dushan.
No golden finger, no fictionalized history. Built on archaeological fact and painted across mountains and rivers, a picture of the Stone Age, long buried by time, unfolds before us.
Shizhai falls, the Northern Slope rules, black stone holds sway, and barriers stand like locks. He uses jade as a token and a needle as his seal, carving birds in the clouds and uniting a hundred tribes.
He seeks jade veins, builds boats, opens waterways, and carves the laws of heaven. He does not bully the weak or serve the powerful.
Granny Suo says, "Jade has a soul, and people have a backbone." Lei Gong says, "Mountains have roots, rivers have spirits. When people's hearts are united, mountains and rivers will stand firm."
From a single shovel to a mountain; from a group of people to a river.
In the end, with a craftsman's hands, a bone needle for a pen, and jade for paper, he carves the marks of Dushan and the Bai River. He protects the spirit of the Stone Age and its mountains and rivers, allowing the skills of the ancestors to flow endlessly with the river.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.