Heaven's Dimensional Descendance: Black Snow Wolf King

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the cold fog dissipated.

At the summit of Blackrock, the wind no longer howls, and the snow no longer rages.

The Black Snow Wolf King stood quietly, its entire body covered in a thin layer of frost, its body as imposing as a mountain, its expression calm and its pride unwavering.

It did not move again, nor did it howl again; it simply raised its eyes and looked towards the village below the mountain.

Those two long cries just now shattered half a lifetime of loneliness and also shook open the long-sealed fortune of the entire desolate mountain range.

The mountaintop remained as desolate as ever, with only a man and a wolf silently keeping watch, their silence profound.

—And down the mountain, everything had already changed dramatically.

The villages, stretching for miles around the deep mountains, are already bustling with activity and crowds.

The once quiet and desolate mountain village suddenly became bustling with activity, with a constant stream of people and vehicles.

People from all directions, thousands of miles away, flocked to the place.

There were distinguished guests from the city, weary travelers who had been on the road for many years, and those seeking fortune, peace, answers to their questions, or protection from death.

Everyone had only one goal—to go into the mountains and see the old man there.

All the farmhouses, guesthouses, and temporary shelters in the village were fully booked.

Nearby chain hotels, guesthouses, and mountain retreats are all fully booked, and even with overnight price increases, it's still impossible to secure a bed.

Along the entire mountain road, parking lots formed long queues stretching for miles.

The sounds of people, cars, footsteps, and inquiries filled the air, shattering the centuries-old tranquility of this desolate mountain.

The elderly people at the village entrance sat on stone benches, watching the endless stream of people arrive, shaking their heads repeatedly, their eyes filled with awe.

No one knew the old man's background, and no one dared to investigate his affairs.

All I know is that as long as I can see the old man, all my doubts will be resolved, all my misfortunes will be dispelled, and my entire life's fortune can be turned around.

Some people drive thousands of miles, even through the night, just to get a word of advice.

Some people bring large sums of money and generous gifts, hoping to exchange for just one chance encounter.

Some people knelt down in devout worship, burning incense along the way, just hoping to catch a glimpse of the old man's back from afar.

Everyone in the village knew in their hearts that this old man living deep in the mountains was no ordinary person.

He does not leave the mountains, does not engage in worldly affairs, does not strive for fame, and does not seek profit.

Yet it makes thousands of ordinary people in the secular world willingly bow down and worship.

Down the mountain, amidst the bustling world, tens of thousands of people were in a frenzy, rushing to the destination.

On the mountain, the wind and snow were sparse, the world was quiet and serene, and there was no concern for the human world.

In recent years, internet celebrities, hunters, exploration teams, and traffic-generating groups have flocked to the mountains, all wanting to profit from the barren mountains, seek novelty, and uncover their secrets.

There are rules for the way we come, and there are rules for entering the mountains.

All those who ventured into the mountain with ulterior motives and desires were stopped and blocked by the Wolf King's cold and hard order, making it impossible for them to cross the line.

At the mountaintop, the old man, still dressed in old clothes, held an old wooden cane, his expression serene, his gaze distant.

He was adored by thousands of people at the foot of the mountain, but he didn't care at all.

He never gave a second glance to worldly fame, fortune, or glory.

He simply turned around and glanced indifferently at the Black Snow Wolf King guarding the desolate mountain beside him.

One glance is enough.

No need for words, no need for formalities, no need for worship.

One person, one wolf.

Separated from the bustling world, guarding the tranquility of a mountain.

Ten thousand people in the world seek to see him once.

In his heart, he only longed for one mountain and was accompanied only by one wolf.

The wolf king still doesn't approach the village, still doesn't interact with people, and still upholds the martial law and order ingrained in its very bones.

But since that day we met, my feelings have quietly changed.

On a clear afternoon after a snowfall, it would intentionally or unintentionally stroll slowly to that quiet, rocky slope.

That old man always appeared precisely at the same time.

No guns, no sticks, no photos, no shouting.

Leaning on his jujube wood cane, he slowly walked up the slope, found a clean and flat stone, sat down quietly, and gazed at the layered mountains, the vast forest, and the distant clouds and mist.

One person, one wolf.

They stood ten paces apart, without speaking, disturbing, or touching each other.

And so, quietly, they stayed together.

At first, the surrounding wolf pack remained instinctively wary, keeping their bodies low and their throats bobbing as they guarded the mountain's edge.

The wolf king merely raised his eyes and swept them around, and an invisible pressure descended, causing the wolf pack to immediately suppress their ferocity and retreat obediently.

It is perfectly clear in its heart that there is no game, no threat, no victory or defeat, no master or servant here.

Here, only those who understand.

The old man sat quietly on the rock, his gaze seemingly fixed on the distance. He never deliberately looked at the wolves, yet he always kept the wolf king in his heart.

He didn't utter a single idle word, yet every calm breath he exuded spoke volumes:

I know you're here, I know who you are, I know you've carried this mountain on your shoulders your whole life.

The wolf king lay on the black rock, his eyes lowered and his mind at ease. He never looked up at anyone, yet he could clearly sense all the old man's thoughts.

Calm, peaceful, clear-headed, and free from desires.

The old man is not here to subdue it, to exploit it, or to feign pity for it.

He simply wanted to stay with this desolate, barren mountain, and keep this lone wolf company as it guarded the mountain.

This is a spiritual connection that transcends any form of submission, reverence, or worship by several levels.

You are the king, I will not disturb you.

You are lonely, I won't expose it.

If you maintain order, I will maintain stillness.

If you have a soul, then I will see it.

It has survived countless years, endured dire situations, triumphed over life and death, suppressed human emotions, and withstood all the cold, sharp weapons of the modern world.

It used to believe that its greatest strength was its meticulous thinking and ability to win every game.

Only now, having been with it all this time, has it truly understood:

Truly top-tier power,

It's not that no one dares to mess with them.

Not invincible,

Rather, it is—a gentle heart.

This old man

He simply sat there quietly, and the wolf king understood completely:

Finally, there is a higher-dimensional soul in this world.

Having understood the wolf king's meticulously planned strategy,

I understood all of the Wolf King's gritting his teeth and enduring all the stoicism.

I understand all of the Wolf King's silent "no explanations".

To the people below, it appears as a ferocious beast, a mountain god, a chilling threat, and a legend of the desolate mountains.

Only the elderly can see it clearly and thoroughly:

It was nothing more than a soul that single-handedly carried the order of the entire mountain forest, silently guarding the mountain for a lifetime, never uttering a word of weariness no matter how tired or bitter it was.

The setting sun slowly sank behind the western mountains, and twilight spread across the mountain ridges.

The wolf king remained lying quietly on the black rock, raising his eyes to watch the slender figure gradually disappear at the end of the winding snow road.

There were no wolf howls to disturb the peace, no unnecessary movements; only a quiet warmth flowed gently between heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are silent, all things are still.

But between the human and the wolf, the most solid and highest-level soul contract in the world had already been forged:

You guard the mountain, I guard my heart.

You establish the order, I establish the understanding.

You are the king, and I am the spectator.

If you don't reveal your secret, I won't make a sound.

A single glance brings a lifetime of peace of mind.

The evening breeze gently blew across Old Bald Ridge once more, stirring the remaining snow and sweeping over the black rocks.

From now on, this desolate mountain will no longer be filled with only biting winds, strict martial law, and cold order.

There was an extra layer, a gentleness that only it and his two hearts could understand.

That day, the weather in the mountains changed suddenly. A blizzard swept across the barren hills, making the world seem vast and desolate, and it was difficult for people to open their eyes.

The old man got up to return home, but his movements were a beat too slow. He was hit hard by a strong gust of wind, stumbled, and swayed violently, unable to hide his growing weakness and fatigue.

Almost instinctively, the Black Snow Wolf King stood up slightly.

There was no rush forward, no close-range movement; it was merely an instinctive protective stance.

Even it didn't realize that at this moment, its instinct was to genuinely protect the old man in front of it.

The old man slowly steadied himself, turned around, and gently nodded at it.

It's not a polite thank you, nor a formal expression of respect; it's the unspoken comfort between true friends.

I'm fine.

do not worry.

The wolf king slowly lay back down on the black rock, a deep meaning settling in his eyes.

The wolf king sensed it.

The old man's body could no longer hold on.