The Cauldron Forges the Starry Sky

The sea of stars is a battlefield, and strategy is its backbone!

When a lunar laborer coughs up a bloodstained gold bead from The Wealth of Nations,

When comprador chains grind the engines of Chinese starships to pieces,

The heir to the Guigu school, Ying Qiong, sharpens his shattered bones into a sword, awakening the soul of the Sword of King Yue with the blood and tears of a thousand people:

“Ten years of enduring hardship? Our descendants among the stars need only three moments!”

Interstellar capital sows genetic poison, while the theocratic federation brainwashes the masses into submission.

Zhou Ji, a young man who had been lying flat, smashes his gaming pod and kneels in a radiation field, breaking his bones to grow wheat:

“A keyboard can slay virtual dragons, but I’d rather grow real skies!”

At the black hole negotiating table, the enemy sneers: “The strong prey on the weak. That’s the law of the universe!”

Ying Qiong gouges out his heart and presses it into the Nine Tripods. The inscriptions blaze across the starry sky:

With Su Qin’s tongue, his left ear tears apart the hegemony treaty. With Mozi’s measuring rule, his right ear measures the crimes of war.

In the belly of the tripod, an orphan girl from Mars sings “The Song of Sowing Wheat,” and her voice shatters an entire fleet of planet-killers!

◼ Watch an ordinary strategist use The Guanzi to short interstellar capital

◼ Witness a master of the Mohist school dismantle his own spine to forge the “Great Wall of Non-Aggression”

◼ Put the Martian version of On Protracted War into practice, recreating the Four Crossings of the Chishui River to break the encirclement

This is no power fantasy. It is a battle of wits for the survival of civilization.

When ten thousand gaming pods are melted down into pioneer hoes, you will witness this:

Even the finger bones of keyboard warriors can be reforged into a backbone that holds up the heavens!

The Western pirate syndicates will eventually hear a declaration that shakes the stars:

“Negotiations? First kneel down and lick the Chinese blood off the oxygen-debt chains!”