Heaven's Dimensional Descendance: Black Snow Wolf King

The snow has completely melted.

Old Bald Ridge shed its pale white coat, the black pines turned green again, the glacier roared, and wild grass grew wildly from the cracks in the rocks. The mountains and forests that had been silent all winter were finally alive.

The early summer of 1981 was wilder and quieter than in previous years.

The people of Kaoshantun finally dared to walk with their backs straight, dared to light fires and cook, dared to talk in their courtyards, and even dared to take their children out to bask in the sun for a while. But no one dared to forget, no one dared to be presumptuous, and no one dared to make a loud noise in the mountains and forests.

After a winter of life-or-death struggle, the pact established in the snow valley, the hunter's crushing defeat, and the return of the remaining snow, the wolf king's wisdom has been etched into the very bones of every villager.

A new unwritten rule has been added to the village—

After sunset, do not go out;

Chopping firewood on the mountainside, but not crossing the boundary;

If you encounter wolf tracks, do not disturb them;

Do not take what belongs to the mountains and forests.

If anyone breaks the rules, the villagers will drag him back and make him kowtow and apologize without the wolves even lifting a finger.

They weren't afraid of being bitten by wolves, but rather of angering the Black Snow Wolf King, which would cut off the entire village's livelihood.

The Wolf King remains the most silent ruler of Old Bald Ridge.

It was more robust than in winter, its fur glossy black, the old scars on its shoulders gleaming faintly in the sunlight, and its eyes still calm as a deep pool, without a trace of the wild beast's restlessness.

It no longer needs to stand at the village entrance to establish its authority, no longer needs to surround hunters, and no longer needs to use intimidation to suppress people to the point of not daring to breathe.

Its presence is the rule; its stillness is peace; its movement is life and death.

Under its leadership, the wolf pack obeyed orders without question.

Do not raid villages, harm livestock, pursue people, or kill indiscriminately.

They only hunt wild boars, roe deer, and rabbits in the mountains and forests, taking only what they need for survival, without killing a single extra animal or wasting a single bit.

The wolves even consciously avoid wild beehives in the mountains, wild grape bushes, and schools of fish in river bends—these are the paths the wolf king has carved out for human survival, and the ecological order he has established.

A rare balance has formed between humans and wolves, a balance unseen even in the deep mountains of Northeast China.

If people don't offend wolves, wolves won't harm people; each should guard their own territory and live their own life.

That afternoon, the peace was broken once again.

Another group of people arrived from outside the mountains. They were not hunters or refugees, but a forestry bureau exploration team. They drove trucks, carried instruments, and carried red flags, making a grand entrance into Kaoshantun.

They came to cut down trees, to build roads, and to transport the resources of Laotuling out of the area.

The cadre leading the team, wearing a hat and carrying a loudspeaker, shouted as soon as he entered the village:

"Fellow villagers! A new policy has been introduced! We're going to develop this mountain! You'll be able to live a better life from now on!"

The people of Keshan Village were all pale-faced and trembling.

The old Party Secretary rushed forward, grabbed the cadre's arm, and his voice trembled:

"Leader! We can't go into the mountains! Absolutely not! The mountains are occupied!"

The cadre laughed and shoved him away:

"Feudal superstition! The mountain belongs to the state! Nobody can interfere!"

That afternoon, five or six workers, armed with axes and saws, stormed into the black pine forest.

They wanted to cut down the thickest red pines, set up tents, blast rocks to clear roads, and completely overturn this wilderness that had been quiet for decades.

The villagers knelt by the roadside to block the road, crying and begging, kowtowing until their heads bled.

But the workers thought they were crazy and rushed in, cursing and swearing.

They didn't know that they had stepped into an ordinary forest.

It is the territory of the Black Snow Wolf King.

The wolf king could see everything clearly from Eagle Beak Rock.

These people are not starving people, nor greedy hunters; they are invaders with machines and brute force, who want to completely destroy its order.

They don't understand contracts, they don't understand reverence, they don't understand life and death; all they know is destruction.

This time, it didn't wait, didn't delay, and didn't leave any room for maneuver.

A deep, majestic wolf howl that pierced the entire valley resounded from the mountaintop.

It wasn't a roar, it was a declaration of war.

Six wolves suddenly burst out of the dense forest. They didn't pounce or bite, but simply scurried around the workers' feet, blocking their path, surrounding them, charging at them, and howling, forcing them to stay put. Axes and saws fell to the ground. The workers were terrified, crouching on the ground screaming and covering their heads.

But the wolf king still hasn't moved.

It leaped down from Eagle's Beak Rock, its figure like a black shadow, and rushed to the front of the crowd in a few steps.

The moment his dark steel-colored body stood in the middle of the road, the whole world fell silent.

The wolf howls stopped, the wind died down, and even the leaves dared not sway.

The officer in charge was also terrified, his face turning ashen, and the command flag in his hand froze in mid-air.

He had seen wild beasts and ferocious creatures in his life, but he had never seen a wolf with eyes like a human, an aura like a king, and a word that could decide life and death.

The wolf king took a step forward.

Everyone took a step back in unison.

It took another step.

Take another step back.

There is no attack, no bloodshed, only absolute mental crushing, which is the sharpest penetrating influence in its soul, piercing straight into the deepest fear in people's hearts.

The cadre finally couldn't hold on any longer, his voice trembling:

"Retreat...retreat!"

A group of people scrambled and stumbled as they fled the mountains like madmen. They didn't even bother to lock the truck, leaving the equipment scattered all over the ground. They drove away from Kaoshantun that very day and never dared to return.

The mountain was saved.

Order was maintained.

Old Bald Ridge still follows the rules of the Wolf King.

The entire village rushed to the village entrance, facing the direction of the mountains and forests, and knelt down in unison.

This kneeling is not out of fear or submission, but out of gratitude, reverence, and complete faith.

They knew that it was this wolf that had protected their home, their livelihood, and this last safe haven.

From that day on, the people of Kaoshantun no longer called it a wolf.

In their hearts, they quietly gave it a name—

Black Snow Wolf King, God of the Wild Ridge.

The setting sun painted the entire old, barren hill red, with the sound of rustling pines and the gentle murmur of the river.

The wolf king did not return to the valley. Instead, he walked alone to the old elm tree outside the village and stood there for a long time.

It watched the smoke rising from the village chimneys, watched the lights gradually come on, watched people finally live peacefully, its eyes showing no ripples, only the tranquility of order settling down.

It does not claim to be king, yet it is already king;

It wasn't deified, yet it was already a god.

It requires no worship, no offerings, and no praise.

It only needs to do one thing—

This mountain is not chaotic;

In this land of white mountains and black waters, these creatures will not perish;

As night fell, the Black Snow Wolf King turned and walked into the boundless dense forest.

His figure may have vanished, but his majesty remains.