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Xuan Yang stared at the enormous crack before him, filled with confusion and unease.
The darkness within the crack seemed to lead to another world, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura, like the gaping maw of a colossal beast, ready to devour everything at any moment.
"What the hell is this place?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse, cold sweat forming in his palms as fear and curiosity intertwined within him.
"This is the entrance to the third trial," the voice echoed again, carrying an undeniable authority, as if it were an ancient oracle resonating in the vast space. "If you wish to proceed, you must enter."
Xuan Yang hesitated for a moment, knowing that the path ahead was fraught with unknown dangers, akin to diving into the deep sea without knowing what perilous creatures awaited him. But he had no choice; he had to move forward—for strength, for revenge, for the protection of everything he held dear.
Taking a deep breath, his gaze hardened with determination. He leaped into the crack.
Inside was pitch black; he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, as if he were engulfed in endless darkness. A suffocating sense of pressure surged from all directions.
Xuan Yang felt as though he had fallen into an abyss with no bottom. His body continued to descend, and the rushing wind around him sounded like wailing ghosts, making it feel as though he would never land. This sensation of weightlessness filled him with panic, as if his very soul were about to be consumed by the infinite darkness.
Suddenly, he felt his body collide with something solid. A powerful force bounced him back, as if he had hit an invisible wall.
He opened his eyes wide and found himself in an unfamiliar space.
This space was vast and boundless; the ground was covered in soft grass that resembled a green carpet. A faint fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing and pleasant. In stark contrast to the previous darkness, this place felt like a tranquil paradise.
"What... is this place?" Xuan Yang thought, filled with confusion and curiosity as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
"Welcome to the Shadow of Lost," a voice resonated in Xuan Yang's mind, laced with a hint of mockery and playfulness, like a hunter toying with its prey. "This is the trial ground of the third challenge."
Xuan Yang looked around, unable to find the source of the voice, which only heightened his unease, as if he were being watched by an invisible eye.
"Who are you? What is going on?" Xuan Yang asked sharply, his tone laced with a hint of wariness and anxiety.
"I am the Guardian of this Lost Shadow, and I am also your Trialist," the voice echoed again, carrying a sense of mystery and authority, like a deity looking down from on high. "If you wish to pass the trial, you must find the Lost Shadow."
"The Lost Shadow?" A spark ignited in Xuan Yang's mind, as if he had grasped an important clue; it sounded like a key piece of information.
"Indeed, the Lost Shadow is the key to this realm. Only by finding it can you leave here," the voice continued, its tone firm and unyielding.
"How do I find it? At least give me a hint!" Xuan Yang pressed, unwilling to waste time in this eerie place.
"Heh, that depends on your abilities," the voice replied once more, tinged with mockery and amusement, as if laughing at Xuan Yang's ignorance. "Remember, time is limited; you have only the duration of an incense stick."
An incense stick? A weight settled in Xuan Yang's heart; he knew this was a race against time.
He had to find the Lost Shadow quickly, or he would be trapped here forever—a fate he could not accept.
He began to scrutinize his surroundings for any clues, no matter how small.
Suddenly, he noticed a black stone on the grass that stood out against the surrounding green. It was engraved with a strange symbol resembling some ancient script, exuding an air of mystery.
"Could this be... a clue?" A flicker of hope ignited within Xuan Yang as he hurried over to examine the symbol closely, trying to decipher its meaning.
The symbol was intricate, and for a moment, Xuan Yang found himself at a loss; it was as perplexing as a foreign language, leaving him feeling frustrated.
He tried to touch the symbol, and suddenly, a powerful force surged from it, entering his body and coursing through him like electricity.
In his mind, an image appeared: a black shadow racing across the grass, moving with incredible speed like a bolt of black lightning, vanishing in an instant.
"Could this be... the Lost Shadow?" Xuan Yang thought, feeling a surge of determination as he hurried in the direction the shadow had fled. He had to seize this opportunity.
The shadow moved swiftly, and Xuan Yang pushed himself to the limit just to keep pace. His breath became ragged, and sweat trickled down his forehead.
The shadow darted across the grass, seemingly evading Xuan Yang's pursuit on purpose, like a cunning prey toying with its hunter.
Xuan Yang refused to give up. He knew he had to catch this shadow; otherwise, he would lose his only chance to escape. Gritting his teeth, he pressed on relentlessly.
He ran continuously, his clothes soaked through with sweat as if he had just emerged from water. Yet he dared not stop for a moment because he knew time was slipping away.
Suddenly, the shadow came to a halt in front of a massive rock, blending into the darkness and remaining motionless.
Xuan Yang quickly caught up, panting heavily as he stood before the shadow, feeling that his strength was nearly depleted.
"You finally arrived," the shadow spoke, its voice a ghostly whisper that sent chills down his spine, as if it were a call from hell.
Xuan Yang gazed at the shadow before him, filled with confusion and unease. What exactly was this shadow?
"What... are you?" Xuan Yang asked, his tone laced with caution and anxiety.
"I am your shadow, and I am your inner demon," the shadow replied, its voice tinged with mockery and amusement, as if ridiculing Xuan Yang's weakness. "If you wish to leave here, you must defeat me."
Xuan Yang looked at the shadow before him, feeling an overwhelming pressure. He knew this would be a difficult battle, a fight against his own inner demons.
Taking a deep breath, he summoned the power within him, preparing to face the challenge. He had to conquer his heart's turmoil to attain true freedom.
"Come on, let me see your strength," the shadow said, its tone laced with a hint of provocation, as if trying to provoke Xuan Yang further.
Xuan Yang clenched his fists, aware that he had to give it his all if he hoped to defeat the shadow and escape this place. His gaze was resolute, filled with determination.
He charged at the shadow, and an intense battle was about to begin...
At that moment, a stick of incense burned out.
"Time's up," the voice echoed again, tinged with mockery and amusement. "You have failed."
Xuan Yang's heart sank; he knew he had lost.
He was trapped in the Lost Shadow, unable to escape forever...
"Is this how it ends for me?" Xuan Yang murmured to himself, filled with reluctance and despair.
Suddenly, he felt his body being drawn into a powerful force, plunging him once more into endless darkness...
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