Xuanzang Seizes the Deer

Three hundred years after the collapse of the Daxuan Dynasty, the world was divided into four parts, the Xuan veins were broken, and ferocious beasts were rampant. There are three hundred and twenty-one people living in the refugee camp in the Southern Wilderness. The leader of the village, Lao Zhou, took in Yuan Zixuan, the son of a down-and-out scholar, and managed to survive. The blacksmith Lao Wei has a loud voice, the Orion Aliang teaches him how to set traps, and there is also Xiao Chan, the little girl who always gives him half of the saved dry food. Overnight, the village was massacred. Three hundred and twenty-one, not a single one left. Reason? The passing troops of the princes thought that "filial piety" was not enough, so the general who led the army casually said: "The unruly people in the southern wilderness do not respect the king, so kill them to change the defense." When Yuan Zixuan came back, he only had time to see Xiaochan's body nailed to the village gate. She was still holding the half piece of dry food in her hand that she was reluctant to eat. He knelt in the ashes and picked up a piece of broken jade from the river. The jade remains the obsession of the last emperor of the Daxuan Dynasty - fragments of the Xuanjiang Seal, which record the lost military training methods, battle formation illustrations, and the truth about the collapse of the dynasty. But the price for gaining power is: longevity is locked. The world is uncertain and life span will not be extended. Yuan Zixuan had less than thirty years left to live. Every improvement in his cultivation is based on the support of the people; every expansion of his city is based on flesh and blood; every battle formation deduction is based on his remaining lifespan. He wanted to start from the Southern Wilderness, train a black armor army capable of running rampant across the world, and fight back city after city - not for the sake of the common people in the world, but for the sake of the little girl clutching dry food in the ruins, and for the three hundred and twenty-one lives that should not die like weeds. And, let that person not even remember himself