Mò Xiāng Wài Chuán. Dì Dū Fù

Author: Cang Yue
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: "Entering the door of the is as deep as the sea, from then on, Xiao Lang is a stranger." Since ancient times, the palace has been a magnificent trap. It appears exquisite and beautiful, yet conceals countless hidden dangers. Here, only unimaginable perils exist. Loyalty, passion, cunning, and treachery—each person has their own pursuit. You can never be sure who is hunting you. In fear, you can only choose to constantly expand your power. Hunting is for the sake of survival. Even if you want to stay away from the hustle and bustle, you cannot escape the vortex of power. As long as you possess extraordinary abilities, you are destined to be envied.
In the Miao Territory, the high priest of the Baima Sect, betrayed by his disciples, comes to Chang'an to save Mo Xiang, who is trapped. Although Prince Shuyue still laments the fact that Shaman Hua has become the leader of the Baima Sect, for the sake of his friend, he still chooses to go to the imperial capital to save his sworn brother. In the struggle for power and profit, who can distinguish truth from fiction? Beyond the horizon, under the moonlight, only a pair of pure eyes, like those of a newborn baby, wait for the footsteps of their beloved to return.
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Destiny seems to have given them no chance at all. Love and loyalty have always been difficult to balance. Since stepping forward toward Dunhuang after facing countless choices on the Qilian Mountains, he has lost Shaman Hua again—that was the only dream he held dear in this shallow and indifferent world, yet it was fragile and easily shattered. Even on the snow, drops of blood still splash, freeze, and bloom like crimson Rafflesia arnoldii on the snow-capped peaks, fierce and eerie, hinting at an inauspicious ending—Shaman Hua, Shaman Hua! Once again, I missed you from just an arm's length away.