Heaven's Dimensional Descendance: Black Snow Wolf King

The remaining snow weighs down the mountain, and the chill seeps into the bones.

As the deep winter of 2026 draws to a close, the wind grows calmer day by day, and the mountains grow colder day by day.

The entire old bald ridge was so quiet, it was as if it were waiting for a major event to quietly come to an end.

The rocky slope is still there, the black rocks are still there, and the forests are still there.

But that frail figure who used to climb the mountain on crutches every day, sitting silently, is no longer here in the snow.

The villages at the foot of the mountain remain as bustling as ever, with a constant flow of vehicles and horses, fully booked guesthouses, and a steady stream of people from all directions. Tens of thousands still crane their necks and look up at the deep mountains, hoping for a chance encounter with the hermit sages and a moment of peace of mind.

The world is bustling and noisy, and worldly desires are boundless.

No one looked up to understand the silence on the mountaintop, no one noticed—

The gentle, warm aura that had lingered on the mountaintop for a lifetime has quietly vanished.

The wolf king stood alone on the edge of the cliff, majestic as a mountain, his black fur covered in frost.

It doesn't rely on its ears to hear dirges or music, nor on its eyes to see cooking smoke, nor on the sound of the wind to discern human activity.

It perceives clearly solely through the bonds deep within its soul—

The only person in the world who understood it has lost their breath.

It wasn't the mountain wind that chilled me, nor was it an accident, nor was it the torment of illness.

He reached the end of his natural life, passing away peacefully in his sleep. His life of integrity came to a close, and his noble character returned to the mountains.

As dusk settled over the village, white banners fluttered gently, paper flowers swirled in the breeze, and the old village lanes fell silent and solemn. The entire village spontaneously lined up to bid farewell, their steps steady, their expressions grave, without a sound of chatter or commotion. There was no pomp or circumstance, only a quiet respect filling the mountains, a simple send-off. A mountain breeze carried a gentle sorrow, undisturbed by the tranquility of the forest or the presence of any living creature, peacefully and quietly escorting the elder on his final journey through life.

The villagers sat in twos and threes, chatting quietly. Old stories that had been buried for decades slowly surfaced with the evening breeze, moving everyone with a solemn and touching feeling.

At this moment, the desolate mountain, silent in the wind and snow, reveals the first secret of a life buried for half a lifetime.

No one could have predicted that this reclusive sage, who spent his entire life hidden in the deep mountains, was worshipped by thousands, and whose origins were shrouded in mystery—

It turned out to be the old village chief, a man of integrity and upright character who had protected the village and its people back then, and his real biological son.

In his prime, he witnessed the poverty and hardship of villages; in middle age, he personally experienced the chaos that swept through the mountains and forests; and in half his life, he saw through the greed and wickedness of human nature.

With a heart that encompasses mountains and seas,

They possess the confidence to serve their country and its people.

Wolf King

They used their flesh and blood to defend the mountain borders and protect the peace of the surrounding forests;

elder,

He dedicated his life to protecting his homeland and its people, ensuring their peace and tranquility.

There are wolves in the mountains to quell the chaos.

The village has him guarding its heart.

With both sides responding in unison, the land and rivers will be at peace.

The old man, who never coveted fame, fortune, or wealth throughout his life, is said to have ascended to heaven.

As the story spread, the entire village felt a surge of warmth and respect, bowing silently in gratitude for the spirit of their land.

A biting mountain wind swept across the open, rocky slope, like a soft, long sigh echoing through the wilderness.

The wolf king stood quietly atop the mountain, his posture steady and motionless, not taking a single step down the mountain, not disturbing the farewell ceremony in the human world, and not uttering a single growl.

It gazes at that simple earthen mound from afar, maintaining a tacit distance between them, preserving the dignity of a close friend in the end, and upholding the friendship of half a lifetime of silent companionship.

When ordinary people bid farewell, they express their sorrow with cries and their reluctance to part with tears.

The wolf king of the desolate ridge bids farewell, maintaining order and tranquility, while the entire team sings in unison to express their deep affection.

The wolf king slowly raised his head, a deep, drawn-out murmur rising in his throat.

The next second, deep within the entire mountain forest, a thousand wolves responded in unison, layer upon layer, rhythmically and orderly.

There were no frenzied roars, no mournful cries, only a uniform, deep, and lingering dirge that swept over the mountains, circled the earthen mound, and slowly lingered.

The wolf king started the chorus, and the pack of wolves joined in, as all the creatures of the mountain together escorted one man away.

This is the highest-level farewell ceremony in the desolate mountains, reserved only for one true confidant in this life.

The wind and snow gently brushed against the wolf king's back, and scenes of half a lifetime together pressed back into his heart, etched into his very soul.

Between heaven and earth, there is a lack of warmth, a lack of tranquility, and a lack of a gaze that penetrates all the world's pretenses and reaches the depths of the soul.

Empty,

It's completely empty.

The black rock still stands silently in place, the remaining snow still covers the hillside, and the mountain wind still blows through the forest.

But the person who understood all its forbearance, knew all its hardships, and sat silently with it to watch the game will never return.

The wolf king slowly bent its limbs and lay quietly beside the black stone where the old man had sat for many years.

Just like the countless afternoons that followed, it remained gentle and serene.

The only difference is—

Within ten steps, there is no one to understand me, no one to offer warmth and companionship.

His wolf pack waited quietly in the woods, not daring to approach even a step closer.

These wild spirits of the mountains had never seen the wolf king look like this before.

There was no overwhelming deterrence, no strict martial law, no strong order, and no calm negotiation.

Only a near-transparent, quiet emptiness remained, permeating the entire body.

That is the emptiness and melancholy of a supremely lonely soul who has suddenly lost their only confidant.

It did not pace anxiously, howl wildly, or wander restlessly.

He lay there quietly, facing the direction the old man had descended the mountain, from the setting sun until night fell, without moving an inch.

It recalled the silent companionship on a snowy afternoon, the heartwarming words "You're not fierce, you're protective," and the poignant "You've worked hard."

I recall the only peaceful moment in my life when I didn't have to pretend, engage in aggressive competition, grit my teeth and bear the pressure alone.

The people living below the mountain all fear its fierce appearance, respect its majestic power as the mountain king, and worship it as a mountain deity.

Only that old man saw through the cold exterior, understood the weariness, accepted a lifetime of loneliness, and saw the true nature of the soul.

You are the king of the mountain, but you are also a lonely soul who endures the world silently for a lifetime.

The old man never uttered these words from his heart, but the wolf king understood them perfectly.

In this vast world, there is only one person whose soul resonates with yours and whose heart is in tune with yours.

Night completely enveloped the desolate hills, and snowflakes gently fell again, covering the black stones and the wolf's body.

After a long silence, the wolf king finally slowly raised his head and looked up at the dark, boundless night sky.

A long howl pierced the air, deep, steady, quiet, and lingering.

Not fierce, not sorrowful, not painful, not desperate.

It was like a silent confession, a solemn promise, and a soul contract.

I understand your peaceful departure, I remember your profound understanding, you rest in peace in the mountains, and I will uphold the order of this mountain for the rest of my life.

This is not a worldly farewell, but a spiritual covenant that will last forever.

After the long howl subsided, the entire mountain forest returned to deathly silence, all sounds ceased.

The Wolf King slowly rose, gently shaking off the snow that had fallen from his body. The tender warmth in his eyes, born of the companionship of his confidant, did not dissipate in the slightest; instead, it sank deeply into his bones and blood, transforming into the foundation of his own Great Dao.

From now on, it will no longer rely solely on cold martial law, forceful penetration, high-pressure balance, and cold-blooded games to guard the mountains and forests.

My soul has been illuminated by warmth, my heart has been comforted by kindness, and my loneliness has been dispelled by a confidant.

From then on, there was warmth, longing, obsession, and concern; the Daoist heart was perfect and without flaw.

The old man passed away peacefully, and that rare understanding will remain forever.

Engraved into the very soul, heavier than mountains, purer than wind and snow, and enduring through the years.

Several days later, the mound was sealed with yellow earth, and the dust settled.

As the villagers were sweeping the graves, they suddenly caught a glimpse of a towering black shadow at the edge of the woods.

The Black Snow Wolf King stood silently at the edge of the dense forest, gazing at a grave mound in the distance.

Stay away, don't disturb, don't startle, don't disturb sleep.

They simply stood quietly, seeing each other off, keeping their promises, and grateful for the kindness shown to them.

This is its most solemn, quietest, and most devout final farewell to the only chess player in the world.

A mortal's life is like a blade of grass in autumn, a fleeting century comes to an end.

The Wolf King lived a life of hardship, enduring countless snowstorms, his companions always the mountains and rivers.

But once their souls resonate deeply and their hearts understand each other, they transcend life and death, become indistinguishable between humans and animals, and remain forever united.

As time goes by, winter turns to spring, and the spring floods arrive in the mountains as scheduled.

The ice melts, the pines sprout green leaves, the river roars, all things are reborn, and the mountains and fields regain their vitality.

The Wolf King remains the supreme king of the mountains in Old Bald Ridge.

Do not be tainted by worldly clamor, do not crave human desires, do not confront the world, and do not bow to worldly power.

They continue to manage the mountains and forests with strict order, quell disputes with extreme penetration, maintain balance with iron-fisted martial law, and steadily guard the entire desolate mountain range.

But every afternoon after a snowfall, when the sky is clear and the wind is still and the mountains are calm, it still strolls to this rocky slope.

Lying quietly beside the black rock, peacefully basking in the warm sun, just as it always has.

When the mountain breeze gently brushes past its ear, it always lifts its ear slightly, as if sensing something.

In a daze, I could almost hear that gentle whisper, drifting through the wind and snow, settling deep into my heart:

You've worked hard.

There is no one left in the mountains to watch chess with me.

But forever in this world,

It existed forever!

A one that is completely understood

A soul gently placed.

At that very moment,

The wind stopped, the shadows of the trees were still.

The Dao Heart Ascends to a Higher Dimension

The soul bone is fully enlightened.

The wolf king raised his head again, facing the vast sky, and with a deep, solemn howl, roared out the ultimate secret buried for half his life, never spoken to anyone, roaring out his destiny and the glory of his bloodline—

"I inherited my grandfather's will and carried on the legacy of my father. For fifteen years, I guarded the desolate mountains, suppressed the chaos in all directions, shouldered the fate of the mountains and forests for three generations, and maintained the order of the mountains and fields year after year."

Heaven and earth bear witness, wind and snow are proof, and the pack of wolves are a warning.

I am the rightful heir to the bloodline, a third-generation Black Snow Wolf King who has dedicated my life to guarding the mountains and protecting the forests!

终:

With the attainment of perfect enlightenment, his true identity was revealed.

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