[Decisive and Ruthless] [Frontier Power Struggles] [Blood-and-Iron Scheming] [Cunning] [Multiple Female Leads] [Death Row Inmate's Rise]
Li Xi, a top military academy student, suddenly wakes up in the body of a death-row inmate on the border of the Great Yu.
A hell of yellow sand, where the frontier army treats human lives as worthless as weeds and female prisoners as objects for gratification. Military officers and enemy states trade death-row inmates, while underworld forces infiltrate the prison camp and join the frontier army in exploiting and oppressing the lowest-ranking prisoners.
Powerful clans seek to take control of the death-row camp and unite the underworld forces and frontier army against one another.
With the courage he learned at military academy, Li Xi strikes back against the frontier army. With the cunning of a chaotic age, he seizes the underworld forces' weaknesses.
In the despairing death-row camp, he kindles a spark of hope, recruits desperate convicts, and takes control of the frontier's hidden networks.
To join the frontier army, he risks everything and ventures deep into the ghost market. "I've been watching the stars at night lately, and I've noticed that the Great Yu's Ziwei star has grown dim."
The old Daoist raised his right hand and counted on his fingers to divine the future.
"Yet the Sirius star shines bright and clear. Heaven's will is for the Northern Hu to rise." The old Daoist with the ox-like nose darted his eyes.
"Believer, have you come for the Golden Cauldron of Life?"
What a clever old Daoist. It seemed he'd seen through everything long ago, and all his earlier words had been a test.
Li Xi instantly saw through the Daoist's every move. There was no point pretending now.
He brushed the night's frost from his sleeve and sat on the steps of the covered walkway.
"Daoist, aren't you from Xuantian Temple on Mount Longhu?"
"I presume you're a fellow disciple of Zheng Tianfeng, the Northern Hu's state preceptor!"
Li Xi turned his head and fixed the old Daoist with a fiery stare.
"Ah... haha!" The Daoist laughed awkwardly. His sleeve fluttered, and he turned with an iron sword on his back and headed for his room.
"The young Zhao Yu is unfit to rule. How many more years will Sirius reign supreme? Fallen leaves return to their roots, as fate decrees; peaches and plums will fill the world for centuries."
