What if one day, every spacecraft in outer space around Earth—whether it's China's Changgong Space Station or the US SpaceLink satellite constellation—were destroyed, their debris forever circling the Earth, like the gnarled rope tightly wrapped around a prisoner's neck on a gallows? Would you still be able to breathe? Could you escape unscathed? Could such a scenario ever happen? If it did, would it be a blessing or a curse? Would you choose to be imprisoned in the heavens, or break free? Waiting online, it's urgent.

The ancients determined the seasons based on the direction pointed by the Big Dipper. Today, we have a new Big Dipper, spanning the skies above us, becoming our "eye in the sky," safeguarding national security and serving society and the people's well-being. This is the BeiDou satellite navigation system, independently developed and built by my country. The novel depicts the arduous and magnificent construction process and the growth of each individual along the way. Like the Big Dipper, they shine like a starry sky.

Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty, he became Wu Song, and from then on he unfolded a magnificent fairy tale landscape.

One hundred and eight demons reincarnated and caused chaos;

The spirit of the true dragon is torn apart, and the Song and Yuan Dynasties are fighting;

The Xianmen and the Hiddenmen appeared one after another to control the court;

Confucianism, Taoism, Law, and Buddhism are all yin and yang, and a hundred schools of thought contend:

Taoist priests who guard the dragon veins, demons who escape from control, monks who guard the destiny of the country, warlocks who kill invisible people, low-level sects, secret successors who control machine beasts, Meng Yuan warships sailing into the sea...

A different world of immortals and heroes...

She was a primary school teacher with a soft waist and ample bosom, her eyes gleaming with a pure softness when she lowered her gaze; he was Zhou Meng, the car repair shop owner who reeked of engine oil, with broad shoulders and a scar on his eyebrow that hinted at his wildness, possessiveness etched into his bones, and the ways he entangled her at night were more numerous than the cars he had repaired.

He always liked to corner her in the shabby break room of the auto repair shop, his greasy hands rubbing her waist through her skirt, saying in his rough and domineering voice, "I tighten screws during the day and fix you at night."