Magic Eye

Author: Xiao Duan
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: The Boundless Magic, the new generation martial arts master Xiao Duan's fantasy new world, jointly launched by "Journal of Ancient and Modern Legends," stirring up another wave of fantasy storm. The chief writer of "Journal of Ancient and Modern Legends," the startling legend under the banyan tree, a shocking classic with a staggering 6 million clicks online. Staff and sword, two slanting lines intersecting like this. This is a contract, a contract written with life. Extremely profound yet adhering to the mean, extremely far-reaching yet reaching the subtle. Xiao Duan is a true master; his writing, effortlessly picked up, has long integrated and mastered all schools, resonating in harmony, so Xiao Duan can stand alone as the "Duan School."—Wen Rui'an
I love "Magic Eye," not only for the extraordinary creativity it began with but also for the youthful essence it reveals. Such youthful naivety and melancholy are signs of a master rising from the Yangtze and Han rivers—Zheng Baochun.
Although the path of writing is long and divergent, I fear we might get lost at some fork in the road, but I will always remember that time we walked together in the martial world—the prosperous martial world where we once galloped side by side.—Cang Jing
After reminding by Ashur, people slowly began to see the image of the Iron Flow People, masked and fierce, even their horses wore masks. Their hooves trampled over skeletons. An old woman selling vegetables was startled, and the money box in her hand fell with a clatter, spilling out silver coins of all sizes. Saliva dripped from her corner of the mouth. She cried in panic, "But how did they cross the Nottingham barrier to our north? How could they possibly cross it?"
Indeed, the Nottingham barrier. Hope rose again in the hearts of those nearby. But someone sighed softly, "The crystal window is never wrong. To know, the Nottingham barrier was set up by a thousand mages in our country over 300 years ago. But the crystal window is an even older sacred relic, it has existed for at least a thousand years. Even if the barrier could fail, the crystal window could not."
—the crystal window is the greatest legacy left by the great prophet of the ancient Sassen kingdom. Every prophecy he made in life came true. Everyone's faces changed drastically. If the Nottingham barrier at the northern tip of Sassen had been breached, what could they rely on to stop the Iron Flow People, known for their cruelty?
Suddenly, someone screamed, "Report to the king, quickly report to the king." The voice reminded everyone, and chaos erupted in the market. At this moment, a low voice said, "No need. If the Iron Flow People are coming, the king would have already known." The speaker wore a gray cloak, the hood raised to cover most of his face, his eyes indistinguishable in the shadow of the hood, his voice carried a chilling tone.
He murmured softly, "They're here. Indeed, they're here." Then, the people and merchants in the market heard the sound of galloping horses and rumbling carriages.
From the south side of the market, someone shouted in shock, "It's the king!" Before the shout could finish, the twelve leading knights had already cleared a path through the crowd on horseback, followed by a luxurious carriage, driven by four horses, racing swiftly. The carriage stopped beneath the old stone building, as if to visit someone who lived inside.
Everyone in the market was slightly surprised. After all, this stone building had never been inhabited since its construction. The king had come. But why? The building was built by the great prophet of the Sassen kingdom, Mo Ya, who together with the former king founded this nation. Mo Ya had always lived a frugal life, so when he decided to build such a magnificent and enormous building in the country, everyone was astonished.
The building nearly exhausted the nation's finances, and the stones used were said to be exquisite moonlight rock transported from the island of Cric. Even more strangely, it took seven full years to build the building, yet Mo Ya never lived in it for a single day.
Someone had once curiously asked, "Why didn't you live in the building you worked so hard to build?"