Mirror·Double City

Author: Cang Yue
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: A super fantasy work that swept across both sides of 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 coexisting on the mainland and Taiwan, stirring up a flurry of excitement, with 3 million people clicking fiercely. "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 the evolution of society, this idea has blossomed and borne fruit, spreading wildly and luxuriantly 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 imbued with ancient martial spirit. 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 Chuan Qi, 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 on earth mentioned in legends? With every step she takes deeper into Yun Huang, a series of bizarre and thrilling scenes of blood and wind unfold, and one after another, extraordinary and unique legendary figures appear.
Gale winds rise, swirling snow covers half the sky, obscuring the midday sun. Beyond the snowstorm, the sky is azure, the wind howls, and eagles circle. Halfway up the snow-capped mountain where even eagles cannot land, a group of ragged people slowly climbs upward. The travelers are exhausted to the extreme. Each is in tattered clothes, revealing skin frozen to a purplish hue. The places scratched by ice points have turned black and purple, curling like the open mouths of children, terrifyingly eerie.
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, and those who lack strength cannot stand, being swept up like paper scraps by the gale and thrown into the abyss. The crowd panics instantly. "Be careful! Be careful!" someone shouts hoarsely in the group, "Hold onto those 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 dressed neatly. Beneath the wind cap, a stunning face with sharp, handsome features, almost flawless, stands out.