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 Oriental fantasy legend with exceptional online popularity in 2005! An Oriental dream epic unfolds across the mainland and Taiwan, stirring up a flurry of excitement, becoming the focal point for millions of 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 on her own will emerge. With the passage of time and progress, this idea has blossomed and borne fruit, spreading wildly and fiercely in a powerful and prosperous manner, spectacular and magnificent. — Wen Rui'an, Mirror · Twin Cities
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 places 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 martial artist, and the friendship. — Editor-in-Chief of Jin Gu Chuang Qian, Mu Jian Ke
This is a beautiful and magical legend. The enthusiastic and cheerful Miao girl, Na Sheng, seeks to escape the chaos and embarks on a long journey to find her dream homeland—Yun Huang. But is Yun Huang truly the paradise on earth mentioned 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, covering half the sky, obscuring the midday sun. Beyond the blizzard, the sky is blue, the wind howls, and the eagles circle. Yet halfway up the snow-capped mountain where even eagles cannot land, there is a group of ragged people slowly making their way upward. The long-distance travelers are exhausted to the extreme. Each is raggedly dressed, revealing skin that has turned purple from the cold. The places where they were scratched by ice points 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. A few screams are heard as those who lack strength cannot stand, being swept up like paper scraps by the wind and thrown into the abyss thousands of feet below. 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 pass quickly!"
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.