Mirror · Double City

Author: Cang Yue
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: A super fantasy work that swept across the Taiwan Strait, another masterpiece following Xue Wei! It's not Huan Cheng, yet there's a fantasy city; it's not The Lord of the Rings, yet there's the light of the magic ring. A grand Eastern fantasy legend with exceptional online popularity in 2005! An Eastern fantasy epic unfolds across the mainland and Taiwan, stirring up a flurry of excitement. A focal point with 3 million clicks. "Work from April Sky, Jiangnan Literature, Qing Yun Middle Town Station," "Represented by 'Mo Xiang,' Cang Yue crafts a stunning legend!" This is a beautiful and magical legend. The cheerful and lively Miao girl, Na Sheng, embarks on a long journey to find her dream homeland—Yun Huang—to escape the chaos. But is Yun Huang truly the legendary paradise? As she steps deeper into Yun Huang, a series of bizarre and thrilling scenes of blood and wind unfold, while a host of distinctive and extraordinary legendary figures also make their appearances.
This is a beautiful and magical legend. The cheerful and lively Miao girl, Na Sheng, embarks on a long journey to find her dream homeland—Yun Huang—to escape the chaos. But is Yun Huang truly the legendary paradise? As she steps deeper into Yun Huang, a series of bizarre and thrilling scenes of blood and wind unfold, while a host of distinctive and extraordinary legendary figures also make their appearances.
Gale winds rise, swirling snow clouds fill half the sky, obscuring the midday sun. Beyond the snowstorm, the sky is a deep blue, the wind howling fiercely as eagles circle overhead. At the halfway point of this snow-capped mountain where even eagles cannot land, a ragged group of people slowly trudges upward. The long travelers are exhausted to the extreme. Each is in tattered clothes, their skin exposed and turning purple from the cold. Where the ice points have grazed them, the skin has frozen into a dark purple, curling like the tiny mouths of children, terrifyingly unnatural. When the storm hits, they fail to find shelter. The fierce wind, as if hiding a invisible giant hand, grabs hold of the group, trying to pull them down the cliff. A few screams erupt as those lacking strength in the ranks cannot stand firm, being swept up like paper scraps by the and tossed into the abyss. The crowd instantly becomes chaotic. "Be careful! Be careful!" someone shouts hoarsely in the ranks, "Hold onto those around you, steady yourselves! The wind will pass quickly!"
A young puppet master stands motionless, cradling a small doll, his expression utterly blank. Though in exile, he is dressed neatly. Beneath the hood, a face that is dazzlingly handsome, with sharp, refined features that are almost flawless.