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Xuan Yang maneuvered the shadow, weaving through the labyrinth.
The passages of the maze were intricate and winding, resembling a massive spider web that ensnared anyone within. Each step was fraught with unknown traps and mechanisms, as if he were dancing on the edge of a blade.
Xuan Yang advanced cautiously, each step taken with utmost care, fearful of triggering any mechanism that would turn this already treacherous maze into something even more perilous.
The shadow's body was under his complete control, moving freely as if it were his own. This sensation was both familiar and foreign, as if he and the shadow were one entity.
He realized that the shadow possessed immense power, far exceeding his own, like a slumbering giant that could unleash devastation upon awakening.
He could even sense the vast energy contained within the shadow, akin to a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to explode at any moment and incinerate everything in its path.
As he moved forward, he pondered the identity and purpose of the shadow, filled with confusion.
Why did the shadow refer to him as the Puppet Master? What did this term truly signify?
What exactly was a Puppet Master? It sounded like a ruler who controlled puppets; could it be that he was indeed some chosen one?
All of this left him perplexed and bewildered, as if a shroud of mist enveloped his mind, obscuring his path ahead.
He sensed that everything was connected to the secret of the dilapidated temple, which seemed to be the center of a vortex drawing everything into its depths.
What secrets lay hidden within that temple? Was it treasure? A martial art? Or something else entirely unknown?
He yearned to uncover the truth, to peel away the layers of fog and reveal what lay beneath.
Suddenly, he halted in his tracks, as if frozen by an unseen force.
He felt a powerful force surging ahead, like a tide, overwhelming and seemingly ready to swallow everything in its path.
He cautiously looked forward, his gaze piercing, trying to see through the darkness and find the source of that power.
At the end of the maze, he saw a massive stone door, standing silently like a giant.
The door was intricately carved with complex patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura that instilled a sense of reverence.
He sensed that behind the stone door lay a great secret, the answer he had been seeking all along.
Taking a deep breath, he controlled the shadow and slowly approached the door, each step heavy yet resolute.
As he reached the door, it opened automatically with a thunderous roar, as if a slumbering beast had awakened.
Behind the door was a vast space, open and profound, as if it connected to another world.
In the center of the space stood a colossal statue, towering like a mountain, impossible to ignore.
The statue soared into the clouds, majestic and grand, reminiscent of a celestial being descending to earth, evoking an instinctive desire to worship.
The features of the statue were indistinct and unclear, but Xuan Yang felt a familiar presence emanating from it that quickened his heartbeat.
He sensed that this statue was connected to him in some way, like an invisible thread binding them together.
Suddenly, the Dual Eyes of the statue lit up, radiating dazzling light like two brilliant stars.
The light illuminated the entire space and shone upon Xuan Yang's face, leaving him nowhere to hide.
"You've finally arrived, Puppet Master." A voice echoed in the space, deep and resonant, as if it came from ancient times, carrying an air of infinite authority.
Xuan Yang felt a jolt of surprise. Puppet Master? Again with the Puppet Master! What was going on?
Who was this voice? Where was it coming from? Could it be that the statue was speaking?
He scanned his surroundings warily, his gaze sharp, trying to locate the source of the voice.
"There's no need to search; I am right in front of you." The voice sounded again, this time clearer and closer, as if it were right beside him.
Xuan Yang suddenly turned to the statue and found its Dual Eyes fixed on him, filled with love and expectation, like an elder watching over their child.
"Who are you?" Xuan Yang asked, his voice laced with confusion and caution. He stared intently at the statue, hoping to glean something from its gaze.
"I am your guide and your protector," the statue replied. "I have come to help you awaken your power and become the true Puppet Master."
"Puppet Master?" Xuan Yang questioned, bewildered. "What exactly is a Puppet Master? Why do you all call me Puppet Master?"
"The Puppet Master is both the guardian of this world and its destroyer," the statue said, its tone heavy with significance. "Your power can save this world or bring about its destruction."
"Save? Destroy?" Xuan Yang murmured to himself, filled with shock and confusion. He had never imagined he possessed such immense capability.
He couldn't believe that he held such powerful abilities—capable of saving the world or annihilating it. It felt like a tale spun from fantasy.
"Your destiny lies in your hands," the statue continued. "The choice is yours: will you save this world or will you destroy it?"
Xuan Yang fell silent.
He didn't know how to choose; this sudden responsibility left him feeling breathless.
Save the world?
Destroy the world?
Both choices weighed heavily on him, and he had never imagined he would face such a dilemma.
He was lost, filled with confusion and helplessness, and he needed time to think it over.
He lifted his gaze to the statue, his eyes reflecting his bewilderment and despair, like a lost child.
"What should I do?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty and desperation, yearning for an answer.
"Follow your heart and make your choice," the statue replied. "Your choice will determine your fate, as well as the fate of this world."
Xuan Yang took a deep breath and closed his Dual Eyes, forcing himself to calm down.
He began to reflect on his inner self, contemplating his options; he needed to find an answer.
He thought of his family, picturing their anxious faces waiting in the dilapidated temple, recalling their care and love for him.
He remembered his friend Qu Siyao, envisioning her exquisite face and the moments they had shared together.
He thought of those he loved, recalling their expectations of him, their affection, and how they were willing to sacrifice everything for his sake.
He could not let them down; he could not betray their hopes; he could not allow them to worry about him.
He could not allow them to be sad; he could not let them shed tears; he could not let them suffer any harm.
He had to make the right choice, he had to take on his responsibilities, and he had to protect everything he wanted to safeguard.
He opened his Dual Eyes, filled with determination and resolve; he had made his choice.
"I choose to save this world," he declared, his voice steady and resolute, without a hint of hesitation.
"Very well," the statue replied, its tone full of admiration. "You have made the right choice."
The statue's Dual Eyes lit up once more, radiating an even more dazzling light, like the sun itself.
The light enveloped Xuan Yang, surrounding him like a warm embrace.
He felt a powerful force surge into his body, filling him with strength as if he had boundless energy.
He sensed changes occurring within him; his power was steadily increasing, and his senses were becoming sharper.
He felt himself awakening, transforming; he realized he was completely different from before.
He was becoming a true Puppet Master, stepping closer to his destiny.
Suddenly, the space began to tremble, producing a rumbling sound akin to an earthquake.
The statue started to collapse, massive stones falling from it with a thunderous crash.
Xuan Yang was startled and quickly retreated, unsure of what was happening.
After the statue collapsed, a massive black hole emerged, seemingly leading to another world.
The black hole emitted a powerful gravitational pull, drawing everything around it in like a greedy beast.
Xuan Yang could not resist the force of the black hole and was pulled inside. He felt his body plummeting endlessly.
He sensed that he was falling into an unknown realm, uncertain of what awaited him.
He did not know where he would end up, whether he could return, or if he would ever see his family and friends again.
All he knew was that his fate had changed; his life would never be the same.
He would become the true Puppet Master, destined to save this world, embarking on a path filled with thorns and challenges.
The maze began to collapse, with massive stones crashing down from above, creating deafening sounds. Xuan Yang's consciousness gradually faded... He vaguely saw a familiar figure—was it Qu Siyao? She was anxiously calling his name, her voice filled with worry and fear. "Xuan Yang! Xuan Yang! Where are you? Don't scare me..."
He wanted to respond but could not make a sound. He wished to assure her that he was fine, but found himself unable to control his body.
Darkness consumed everything; he lost consciousness and fell into an endless void, unsure if he would ever wake up again.
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