Heaven's Dimensional Descendance: Black Snow Wolf King

Time may change, but the landscape remains the same.

For decades, Laotuling has remained lying between the white mountains and black waters, covered in snow for thousands of years, silent through the long winter.

At the foot of the mountain, Kaoshantun is being swept forward by the tide of the times—cement roads run through the village, guesthouses line the streets, and neon lights flash all night long. Live streaming equipment, off-road vehicles, and drones hover like a flock of birds, circling the edge of the mountains day and night.

The reverence etched into the bones of our ancestors is slowly being melted away by the heat of online trends and the chill of desire.

Young people treat "Black Snow Wolf King" as a legend on yellowed pages and laugh it off.

Some people, driven by the desire for attention, others by the desire for publicity, and still others by the desire for overnight fame, have all disregarded the ban and forcibly entered the Black Pine Forest.

The old order of the mountains and forests is like an ancient coin cracked by time, its edges loose, but its interior still cold and hard.

In the depths of winter that year, an outside team insisted on going into the mountains.

They were well-equipped and spoke eloquently, but they couldn't hide the greed in their eyes.

There is only one goal—

Find the legendary Black Snow Wolf King and film a video that will go viral online.

The village elders tried to stop them, saying that mountains have their own rules and ridges have their own masters.

The group waved dismissively, as if the old rules were no match for their ambition.

Deep in the dense forest, they shattered the snow that had remained undisturbed for a century, approaching the forbidden area step by step.

At the highest point of the mountain ridge, atop the cold cliffs,

A black wolf stood silently.

Its fur is a deep, dark black.

It's not just ordinary black; it's a black that has absorbed all the cold air from the mountains and swallowed all the shadows of time.

Fine snow falls on the tip of the hair, neither melting nor lingering, but only a light layer of white frost covering it, cold, aloof, and untouched by the world.

Decades have passed, and people all thought that this wolf king had long since turned to dust.

But they didn't know,

This wolf, in its silhouette, aura, and imposing presence, was exactly the same as the legendary Black Snow Wolf King from decades ago.

It remains the master of that mountain range.

However, no one knows its origins, and no one knows that its destiny has quietly changed.

A drone took off, piercing the gray sky.

The camera zooms in, scanning the dense forest.

Suddenly, the signal was lost.

The aircraft shook violently, and the image was wildly distorted.

next moment,

In the gaps of the dense forest,

A giant wolf's head suddenly appeared in the frame.

The frontal bone is cold, hard, and prominent, and the cranial lines are as sharp as if carved by a knife.

His narrow, long lips were tightly closed, and a cold, unmoving expression lingered at the corners of his mouth.

Its ears stand upright, like cold blades drawn from their sheaths.

His vertical pupils were as deep and unyielding as an icy abyss that had never melted.

A mere wolf's head was enough to freeze the air.

That was the vast and imposing aura unique to the master of a mountain.

The drone operator froze, his fingers hovering over the buttons, unable to move.

Not yet finalized.

A sudden gust of wind arrived.

The aircraft lost control and spun around, crashing.

Like a leaf broken by wind and snow,

It crashed straight down and sank into the thick snow.

The camera is still transmitting weakly.

In the dark forest, a pure black shadow slowly emerged.

It lowered its head.

The fangs closed slightly.

Click.

The core glass of the aerial camera lens shattered instantly.

A spark flashed.

Screen--

Completely pure white.

immediately,

Completely black.

All spying, all images, all evidence attempting to reveal the secrets of the mountains and forests.

One bite from it,

Completely erase.

In an instant, the world in the deep mountains is cut off.

The walkie-talkie emitted a burst of static.

There is no cell phone signal.

All electronic devices, like fragments swallowed by the mountains and fields, were completely paralyzed.

The group was isolated and helpless.

Like prisoners thrown into an eternal, frigid hell,

The arrogance in his heart was extinguished in an instant.

It hides in the shadows, neither revealing itself, nor roaring, nor engaging in scheming.

It only relies on the terrain, the wind and snow, and the weather.

All the outsiders' reliance on it will be completely destroyed.

Defeat their spirit before they fight.

Greed has not died, but fear has already arisen.

The leader forced himself to remain calm and ordered the camp to be set up.

Night fell, and a cold wind swept through the forest.

The camp lights flickered in the wind and snow, like a lone fire that could be swallowed up by the mountains at any moment.

The shadows of the trees swayed.

The mountain wind murmured softly.

No one could see it, yet everyone was permeated by that invisible pressure.

Courage crumbled, arrogance vanished.

No one slept all night.

The next day, as dawn broke.

Everyone was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had lost all their spirit.

However, the leader remained fixated on the idea and ordered another advance.

Until beneath the thousand-year-old black pine.

This is where the Black Snow Wolf King established his rules decades ago.

It is the heart of Laotuling.

The road ahead is in the middle.

The Black Snow Wolf King slowly stepped out of the shadows.

In everyone's eyes,

It is the legendary...

The Black Snow Wolf King, who transcends time and is immortal.

Everyone gripped their equipment tightly.

But the moment his gaze met those icy, vertical pupils,

His feet were instantly nailed to the ground, unmovable for eternity.

Greed, arrogance, and resentment were all crushed by the overwhelming power of the mountain's master.

It took a step forward.

Everyone took a step back.

The boundary was thus established.

It did not open its mouth to devour or kill, nor did it display any ferocity.

Its gaze is merely to look.

That one glance,

He explained all the mountain rules, all the order, and all the things that should not be violated.

You can visit the area in front of the mountain.

Access is prohibited behind the mountain.

The leader was drenched in cold sweat and finally understood.

This is no ordinary wild beast.

This is the spirit of the mountain, the master of the ridge.

It is a legend that has guarded these mountains for decades and has never disappeared.

He dared not say another word.

He waved hastily.

The entire team retreated in haste.

Drop the heavy equipment,

They escaped in a sorry state.

Since then,

They never dared to set foot on Old Bald Ridge again for the rest of their lives.

The mountains and forests returned to silence.

The night snow fell again.

The wolf king returned to Eagle Beak Rock and lay down in the cold snow.

It overlooks the lights below the mountain.

Observing the changing times with detached indifference.

People generally believe that

Black Snow Wolf King.

Time has not changed, and the legend has not died.

No one noticed.

Within that dark shadow,

Their fates had already quietly changed.

Its fur remains as thick and black as ink.

Its eyes remained as cold as an ancient icy abyss.

Its majesty still looms over the mountains.

just,

There was such a person,

he came.