Hexi World Bosses

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Xuanquan Post Station was established during Emperor Wu of Han's reign and destroyed in the fires of Western Region wars. The last postmaster devoted his life to duty, never abandoning his post even when communications ceased. Fortune brought him across the endless desert to his homeland's border; misfortune saw him captured and exiled, becoming an unjustly bound prisoner. All the hardships of his journey, all the wandering of his life, transformed into overwhelming sorrow and thorns covering half his body. He returned to the boundless desert seeking traces of his former comrades. But all that remained were cold winds, poplar trees, and the silent, towering lonely fortress. The postmaster became a tree boat, wandering in the cold and desolate eternal night, lost in the desert, searching for fluttering banners.

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She once broke the strings of barbarian flutes and pipas in the endless yellow sands, and gazed upon green tombs and bright moons amid the mournful cries of wild geese. When people speak of her, they pity and lament her, yet few know that through life-threatening turmoil, she always strove to protect the spark of peace. In places unrecorded by history, the moon-gazing dragon maiden still resides at Jade Pool, awaiting the moment when thunder descends. She will strike a mighty blow against destiny, reaching straight to the ninth heaven.

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In ancient Liangzhou, a wounded person near death glimpsed in a daze a deer stepping on artemisia, bending down to look. Upon awakening, they miraculously recovered. After much inquiry, they learned of local legends of an immortal deer descending with mercy, relieving suffering and granting longevity. Thus they revered the deer as an auspicious spirit beast, naming it Heavenly Deer. Across the vast artemisia fields, the deer's call cannot be found. On stone walls, old marks remain carved. Was the deer's salvation born from the people's collective wish? Or did heaven and earth momentarily show compassion? The dream is hard to wake from, only thoughts of the deer's traces in the artemisia remain. Within a certain cave at Yinma Gorge, rumors of immortality persist...

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Once there were two musician siblings who, though blind, could discern the world through music, knowing colors by sound, especially skilled at using melodies to combat enemies. People of the jianghu said that when they played, plum blossoms would shed snow and subtle fragrances would surge forth, as if dotting snow with wonder, thus earning the name Plum Snow Listeners. During heavy snow in Chang'an, the two played beneath plum trees, attracting a flute player who stopped in the snow and joined without a word, kindred spirits meeting entirely through music. The three composed songs of winter cold, capturing the character of pine, bamboo, and plum. Pine and bamboo melodies were completed, but only the plum song remained unfinished, a fragment, which is truly regrettable.

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The Broken Pocket Troupe once gained fame throughout Liangzhou. Each member possessed unique skills, mastering the arts of illusion and performance. Yet beneath their optimistic facade, the troupe had known darkness. Broken Pocket seemed prophetic—even with heaven-reaching powers, the pocket still had a missing corner. But they strove to break free from grief. With a hundred acts reaching heaven and a thousand tricks bringing joy, how could those who possess such arts dwell in sorrow? They transform into countless forms, making illusion real, just to bring laughter; they climb clouds and grasp stars, nimble and soaring, just to seek pleasure. Though they may seem insignificant as grass, their greatest ability is turning life into spectacular magic. If you encounter them in the wilderness, stop and appreciate the extraordinary performance they offer to spectators.

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