Emperor Xuanming

Deep in the snow mine, Duan Heng knocks on the support log twelve times every day and listens to the twelve mountain sounds. That day, the thirteenth call came back from the mountainside. The thirteen-year-old mining slave had never learned martial arts. He can only listen to the mountains, identify the wind, estimate weight, and find fulcrums - these mining tasks allow him to save people before landslides, but they cannot save his seriously ill grandfather, nor can he break free of the forbidden ring on his wrist. After the thirteenth sound, he opened nine orifices deep in the mountain and saw an ancient picture of a turtle and a snake carrying a mountain. A piece of iron plate from a broken mine cart became his shield from then on. After the nine orifices were opened, he could hear how the power flowed: where the stone would collapse, where the knife would come from, and where the strong man's brute force would go. The world fights for supremacy with swords, but he carved formation patterns into shields, using weight, terrain and fulcrum to send the power of the strong back to themselves. From a snow mine that eats people to a world where all living beings are treated as minerals—— If this sky was also a man-eating formation, Duan Heng would first find its supporting point. Then, dismantle it.