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Xuan Yang felt a sudden darkness envelop him, and he fainted.
When he awoke again, he found himself lying in a dilapidated temple. His wounds had been bandaged, and a faint herbal scent lingered in the air. The dry smell of wood mixed with dust made him feel a wave of dizziness. He tried to move his fingers, but a sharp pain coursed through his body, causing him to gasp. "Ugh... Where am I?" He struggled to sit up but found himself utterly weak, as if all his strength had been drained.
Old Village Chief Lu Zhiyuan sat nearby, holding a tattered fan, gently fanning himself. His expression was grave, brows furrowed as if a heavy stone pressed upon his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Hearing Xuan Yang's voice, he abruptly looked up, a glimmer of surprise flashing in his murky old eyes. "You’re awake?" he asked with concern, his voice trembling slightly as if afraid to disturb the hard-won tranquility.
"What happened?" Xuan Yang managed to prop himself against the cold wall, feeling a splitting headache. His memories scattered like shards in his mind; he struggled to piece together what had happened before he lost consciousness but could only recall chaos and despair. "I... I remember the shadows..."
"Alas..." Lu Zhiyuan sighed deeply, as if wanting to pour out all the sorrow and helplessness within him. "The shadows attacked the village; many villagers... are gone." He paused, not continuing further, but Xuan Yang understood the implication.
An indescribable sorrow surged within him like a tidal wave. Xuan Yang felt a tightness in his chest as if an invisible hand was choking him. "How could this happen..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his flesh without feeling any pain—only endless regret and anger burned within him. "Shadows! I will kill you!" he gritted his teeth, his voice low and filled with murderous intent, like a demon from hell vowing to tear apart its enemies.
"Child, I know you are angry, but this is not the time for rash actions," Lu Zhiyuan said earnestly, worry etched on his wrinkled face. "The shadows' power far exceeds our imagination; we need to plan carefully and conserve our strength to ultimately defeat them."
"But the village..." Xuan Yang choked on his words, unable to continue. Images of the once peaceful village flooded his mind; now it lay in ruins, corpses strewn about and rivers of blood flowing—familiar faces now separated by life and death made his heart ache.
"I will arrange for people to rebuild the village and take care of the surviving villagers," Lu Zhiyuan said as he patted Xuan Yang's shoulder, trying to lend him strength. "Right now, your most important task is to heal and grow stronger; only then can we take revenge!"
Xuan Yang nodded; he knew Old Village Chief was right. He took a deep breath, striving to calm the grief and anger within him. He understood that only by becoming stronger could he protect those around him and avenge the fallen villagers. "My... my Shadow Puppet..." He suddenly recalled what had happened before he fainted—the mysterious power that had given him a glimmer of hope amid despair.
"Your ability has awakened," Lu Zhiyuan said with a hint of relief in his eyes, as if seeing a ray of dawn breaking through darkness. "You have initially grasped the power of Shadow Puppet; this is key to our fight against the shadows."
Xuan Yang's heart leaped with joy; he knew this was his hope for revenge. He closed his eyes and felt the power surging within him. The Shadow Puppet appeared in his mind, stronger and more solid than before, as if it had come alive. "I feel like I can control more shadows now." He opened his eyes, excitement gleaming within them as if he could see the possibility of revenge.
"This is good news," Lu Zhiyuan encouraged. "You must practice diligently and master this power quickly so that you can play a greater role in the battles ahead."
In the following days, Xuan Yang focused on cultivating his abilities in the broken temple, continuously enhancing his powers. He manipulated shadows, practicing both attack and defense; Shadow Puppet became increasingly agile and powerful in his hands, extending like an arm that he could control at will. He could even shape shadows into various forms like magic tricks that dazzled the eye.
At the same time, he began to learn how to manipulate other objects; branches, stones, and even small animals could become his Puppet Master. He discovered that the more objects he controlled, the greater the energy consumption, and there were limits to both the distance and duration of his control. He understood that he had a long way to go and needed to practice and explore continuously to fully harness this power.
One day, Lu Zhiyuan arrived at the dilapidated temple, his expression grave, as if something ominous was about to happen. "The Shadow has appeared again," he said in a low voice. "It seems to be searching for something, and it’s getting closer to us."
"What is it looking for?" Xuan Yang asked in confusion, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
"I don't know," Lu Zhiyuan shook his head. "But it’s definitely related to the Puppet Master, perhaps… perhaps it’s related to you."
A chill ran down Xuan Yang's spine as he realized that the Shadow's target was likely himself. A wave of coldness surged from his feet, making him shiver involuntarily.
"We must stop it!" Xuan Yang declared firmly, determination gleaming in his eyes. "We can't let it harm anyone else!"
"I know," Lu Zhiyuan nodded. "I have gathered all the ability users in the village, preparing for a final showdown with the Shadow! Even if it costs us our lives, we must protect our home!"
A surge of blood rushed through Xuan Yang's veins; he knew this battle would determine the fate of the village and his own destiny. He stood up, filled with resolve, understanding that there was no turning back—he could only fight with everything he had!
That night, under a dark moon and howling winds, an atmosphere of murderous intent enveloped them.
Xuan Yang and the ability users lay in ambush at the village entrance, waiting for the Shadow's appearance. The wind howled past them, casting dancing shadows among the trees like phantoms; tension hung thick in the air as if a taut string could snap at any moment.
Suddenly, a dark figure flashed by, appearing at the village entrance like a ghost.
"The Shadow!" Xuan Yang hissed under his breath and charged forward.
The other ability users followed closely behind; a fierce battle was about to erupt.
The Shadow sneered coldly, its form flickering like a wraith, elusive and difficult to capture.
He manipulated the shadows, like countless venomous snakes, rushing towards Xuan Yang and the others.
Xuan Yang summoned the Shadow Puppet, engaging in a fierce battle with the shadows. The clash of blades and flashes of light filled the air, creating an exceptionally chaotic scene.
Other ability users also showcased their powers, fighting fiercely against the minions of the shadows, their shouts and cries echoing like thunder.
Gradually, Xuan Yang felt his strength waning; the power of the shadows exceeded his expectations. He felt like a trapped beast, struggling desperately under their control.
Suddenly, the figure of the shadow appeared before him, like the arrival of death itself.
"Are you the Puppet Master?" the shadow asked with a cold sneer, greed glinting in its eyes.
"What do you want?" Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and asked, knowing he had fallen into a desperate situation.
The shadow did not answer but extended its hand, a powerful force binding Xuan Yang, rendering him immobile.
"Hand over your power obediently," the shadow grinned maliciously, "and you might suffer less."
Despair filled Xuan Yang's heart; he knew he might truly be facing death.
At that moment, a flash of white light surged through…
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