Mirror City

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Features: A super fantasy work that has taken the Chinese mainland and Taiwan by storm, following up on the success of Blood! It's not Fantasy City, yet there's a city of fantasy; it's not The Lord of the Rings, yet there's the light of the magic ring. A grand Oriental fantasy saga with exceptional online popularity in 2005! An Oriental fantasy epic co-published in mainland China and Taiwan, stirring up a flurry of excitement, becoming the focal point of 3 million clicks. "Work from April Sky, Jiangnan Literature, Qing Yun Middle Town," "Chang Yue, the spokesperson of 'Mo Xiang,' Cang Yue creates a breathtaking legend!"
Critics' Comments: A female wuxia novelist capable of standing on her own will emerge. With the passage of time and the development of society, this idea has come to fruition, spreading like a mighty force in a prosperous and powerful manner, dazzlingly magnificent. — Wen Rui'an, Mirror·Double City
Indeed, it's like a painting. A ethereal and grand painting, both imaginative and dazzling, yet imbued with the charm of ancient martial arts. The characters are handsome, and the plot is tragic, exuding a strong Eastern aesthetic. — Jin He Zai
Chang Yue places her characters in intense conflicts, as if forging a sword in a crucible of iron. The sword she forges is the love of her generation, the martial artist, the friendship. — Editor-in-Chief of Jin Gu Chuanshuo, Mu Jian Ke
This is a beautiful and magical legend. The cheerful and outgoing Miao girl, Na Sheng, sets out on a long journey to escape the chaos, searching for her dream homeland—Yun Huang. But is Yun Huang truly the paradise on earth of legends? With every step she takes deeper into Yun Huang, a series of bizarre and thrilling scenes unfold, while a host of extraordinary and unique legendary figures also make their debuts.
The wind blows up a snowstorm, filling half the sky, obscuring the midday sun. Beyond the blizzard, the sky is a deep blue, the wind howls, and the eagles circle. Yet halfway up the snow-capped mountain where even eagles cannot land, a group of ragged people slowly makes their way upward. The long-distance travelers are exhausted to the extreme. Each is in tattered clothes, revealing skin that has turned purple from the cold. The places where they were scratched by ice points have frozen into a dark 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 hold of 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. The crowd panics instantly. "Be careful! Be careful!" someone shouts hoarsely in the group, "Hold onto the people around you, stay steady! The strong wind will pass quickly!"
A young puppet master, holding a small doll, stands motionless 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.