Mirror·Double City ((A grand Eastern fantasy epic with super high online popularity in 2005))

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 dream epic coexists on 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," "Cang Yue, the spokesperson of 'Mo Xiang,' creates a stunning legend!"
Critics' Comments: A female wuxia novelist capable of standing alone will emerge. With the passage of time and progress, this idea has blossomed and borne fruit, spreading wildly like a prosperous and powerful force, magnificent and spectacular. — Wen Rui'an, Jing · Shuang Cheng
Indeed, it's like a painting. A ethereal and grand painting, both imaginative and dazzling, yet carrying the charm of ancient martial arts. The characters are handsome, and the plot is tragic, full of Eastern beauty. — Jin He Zai
Cang Yue sets her characters in intense conflicts, as if forging a sword in a pot of molten iron. The sword she forges is the love of her generation, the chivalry, the friendship. — Editor-in-Chief of Jin Gu Chuanqi, Mu Jian Ke
This is a beautiful and magical legend. The cheerful and outgoing Miao girl, Na Sheng, travels long distances to seek her dream homeland—Yun Huang—to escape the chaos. But is Yun Huang really the paradise in legends? With every step she takes deeper into Yun Huang, a series of bizarre and thrilling scenes unfold, while a host of distinctive and extraordinary legendary figures also make their appearances.
The wind blows up the snowflakes, filling half the sky, obscuring the midday sun. Beyond the snowstorm, the sky is blue, the wind howls, and the eagles circle. At the halfway point of this snow-capped mountain where even eagles cannot land, a group of ragged people slowly makes their way upward.
The long travelers are exhausted. Each is raggedly dressed, with skin frozen to a purplish hue. The places scratched by ice spikes have turned black and purple, curling like the small mouths of children, terrifyingly unnatural.
When the storm hits, they fail to find shelter. The fierce wind, as if hiding an invisible giant hand, grabs the group, trying to pull them down the cliff.
Several screams ring out as those who lack strength cannot stand, being swept up like paper scraps by the wind and tossed into the abyss.
The crowd panics instantly. "Be careful! Be careful!" someone shouts hoarsely in the group, "Hold onto the people around you, stay steady! The wind will soon subside!"
A young puppet master stands motionless, cradling a small doll with an expressionless face. Though in exile, he is neatly dressed. Beneath the hood, a stunning face with sharp, handsome features, almost flawless, stands out.