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As the stone door slowly opened, the scene that unfolded before Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang was completely unexpected.
They had anticipated a magnificent palace, resplendent with golden light, but the reality was starkly different—inside lay an endless expanse of profound emptiness!
Xuan Yang widened his Dual Eyes, attempting to pierce through the darkness, but all he could see was a thick, inky blackness, devoid of any light capable of penetrating this heavy veil.
Qu Si Yang was equally astonished. She exchanged a glance with Xuan Yang, reading deep confusion and fear in each other's eyes.
At that moment, they felt as if they had been abandoned at the edge of the universe, surrounded only by darkness with no objects or landmarks to serve as reference points.
This sensation was chilling, as if an invisible hand was quietly reaching out to them, ready to drag them into an abyss from which there would be no return.
“W-where is this?” Qu Si Yang's voice trembled with extreme terror. “What is going on? Why can’t we see anything here?”
Her petite body involuntarily shivered as she instinctively grasped Xuan Yang's arm tightly, her grip so strong it felt like it might embed itself into his flesh.
For Qu Si Yang, Xuan Yang was her only lifeline at that moment.
As long as she could hold onto his arm firmly, she could feel a faint yet crucial sense of safety.
Otherwise, she feared that she might completely collapse in the next second, swallowed by this terrifying void.
“I... I don’t know either,” Xuan Yang replied, his voice slightly trembling and sounding unnatural.
At that moment, he distinctly felt an exceptionally powerful and mysterious force pulling them both tightly, as if they were being pushed by an unseen giant hand, propelling them toward an entirely unknown direction.
However, despite Xuan Yang's best efforts to control this strange power, he found himself utterly powerless, unable even to sense where this force originated.
“Don’t be afraid; I’m here!” Though Xuan Yang reassured Qu Si Yang beside him with these words, deep down inside, he too was filled with confusion and profound unease.
After all, this sudden force was far too powerful, exceeding anything he had ever known before, leaving him with an indescribable sense of helplessness.
At that moment, without any warning, a dazzling light suddenly flashed before them, like a fierce lightning bolt piercing through the boundless and terrifying darkness, instantly bringing back the long-lost brightness to this once pitch-black world.
Soon after, Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were astonished to find themselves unwittingly standing inside an ancient and unimaginably grand palace.
The scale of this palace was nothing short of magnificent, its imposing presence reminiscent of a giant from ancient times, standing alone in the vast expanse of the heavens and earth.
Looking up, they saw towering halls and pavilions rising into the clouds, intricately designed with beautiful beams and painted rafters;
upon closer inspection, the exquisite reliefs and splendid decorations revealed a profound heritage steeped in history and the glory it once possessed.
The architectural style of the palace was ancient and solemn, resembling a colossal beast that had slept for a thousand years, quietly resting upon the earth.
Each brick and stone bore the marks of time, their weathered surfaces akin to the deep wrinkles on an elderly face, witnessing countless cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
They seemed to silently narrate stories from centuries past, tales long submerged by the river of time.
Upon closer examination, each brick pattern was so delicate and intricate that it appeared to be crafted by skilled artisans as works of art. These interwoven patterns formed mysterious designs that sparked curiosity, compelling one to explore the secrets hidden within.
However, in stark contrast to this grand spectacle was the eerie emptiness of the palace; not a single soul could be seen. The silence here was terrifyingly profound, enveloping everything in a shroud of stillness.
This deathly quiet suggested that the palace had long been abandoned by the world, standing alone as it endured the ravages of wind and rain while time wore on.
In the very center of the palace stood an enormous statue towering into the clouds.
This statue reached dozens of feet high, its majestic form breathtaking to behold.
It nearly occupied the entire core area of the palace, becoming the sole focal point in this vast emptiness.
The statue was meticulously carved from a rare black stone, its surface emanating faint dark glimmers that flickered in and out of sight, imparting a mysterious and eerie aura.
From a distance, the light seemed to emanate a life force from the statue itself, slowly breathing in and out amidst the darkness.
Upon closer inspection, the statue's visage appeared incredibly lifelike, almost as if it were a real person.
It depicted a middle-aged man clad in a long robe, his hair cascading down his shoulders like a waterfall. His expression was serious and authoritative, with his eyes tightly shut, yet one could still sense the powerful aura and profound wisdom radiating from him.
With his eyes closed and hands clasped behind his back, he stood tall and still, resembling a silent sculpture.
At that moment, he seemed immersed in endless thoughts, patiently awaiting the arrival of some pivotal opportunity.
Beneath his calm exterior lay unfathomable wisdom and strength.
Though his expression appeared tranquil, the slight furrow of his brow and the occasional flicker of brilliance in his eyes revealed that he was engaged in intense contemplation.
Especially when he opened his Dual Eyes, the depths of his gaze resembled a still pond, inadvertently exuding an air of dominance that commanded respect and made others hesitant to meet his gaze.
At that moment, Xuan Yang suddenly gasped, “This is…” His pupils dilated sharply, and his previously steady breathing became rapid.
He widened his eyes, fixated on the statue before him, disbelief etched across his face.
In just one glance, he immediately recognized the true identity of the statue.
This face was not unfamiliar to Xuan Yang; it had appeared countless times in his dreams.
Each encounter with this visage in slumber brought him an inexplicable sense of familiarity and warmth.
However, simultaneously, the powerful aura emanating from this face instilled an involuntary fear within him.
Thus, no matter how much time passed, Xuan Yang could never erase this face from the depths of his memory.
“Puppet Master!” At last, Xuan Yang couldn't help but shout the name.
In that moment, his voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Standing beside him, Qu Si Yang looked utterly bewildered. She had never seen this face before and had never heard of the title "Puppet Master," completely unaware of the significance it held.
Seeing Qu Si Yang's puzzled expression, Xuan Yang quickly explained, “That's right, it's him! This is the legendary Puppet Master!
The clues I have been desperately searching for have unexpectedly led me to this answer!”
As he spoke, Xuan Yang's tone grew increasingly fervent, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
After a long journey of searching and exploration, he had finally unveiled the mystery that had lingered in his heart for so long—this place was indeed the enigmatic Puppet Sect Ruins!
He had found the location he had always been seeking!
He had discovered his true home!
A powerful force surged forth from the statue, like a flood breaking through a dam, overwhelming and unstoppable as it flowed into Xuan Yang's body.
This power was warm and strong, akin to a mother's embrace, bringing Xuan Yang an unprecedented sense of comfort and security.
His body began to undergo a transformation!
Every limb and every cell within him rejoiced, eagerly absorbing this force with insatiable greed.
His strength was awakening!
He was the Puppet Master!
Meanwhile, deep within the dense forest on the outskirts of the village, the Shadow Force was gathering.
This was the edge of the village, a key area for the infiltration of the Shadow Force.
In the forest, shadows flickered as countless figures dressed in black converged. They wore identical long black robes and menacing masks that concealed their faces, revealing only pairs of cold eyes that glinted like those of demons from hell, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Is everything ready?” The voice of the Shadow was deep and hoarse, echoing like a demon from the underworld. He stood at the forefront of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over each member of the Shadow Force, his eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty light.
“Yes, Master,” one of the black-clad figures replied respectfully. “We have gathered all our forces and are ready to launch an attack at any moment. Everyone is in position, waiting for your command to completely erase this village.”
“Good.” A cold smile crept across the Shadow's lips. “This time, I will level the entire village to the ground!”
His voice was low but filled with murderous intent, causing every black-clad figure present to feel a shiver run through them. They knew that a storm of bloodshed was about to unfold.
In his eyes flickered a bloodthirsty gleam, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey.
A great battle was imminent!
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were unaware that a massive crisis was quietly descending upon them.
They were exploring ancient secrets within the Puppet Sect Ruins.
They discovered that this site concealed many powerful Puppet Masters.
These Puppet Masters varied in form; some resembled neither human nor beast, while others had grotesque features or regal appearances. Each possessed immense power.
Some Puppet Masters towered several meters tall, their muscles bulging like small mountains; each step they took caused the ground to tremble. Others were agile and swift, darting through the darkness like phantoms, making them nearly impossible to defend against.
“These Puppet Masters... they are so strong!” Qu Si Yang exclaimed in awe at the sight before him.
She could sense the powerful aura emanating from the Puppet Masters. These energies intertwined, forming an immense pressure that made it difficult for her to breathe.
"These Puppet Masters were left behind by the Puppet Master," Xuan Yang said. "They possess great power and can help us fight against the Shadow Force."
Xuan Yang attempted to control the Puppet Masters. He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and connected his consciousness with the Puppet Masters.
To his surprise, the Puppet Masters obeyed him without question!
It was as if he was their master!
He was the Puppet Master!
"Awesome!" Qu Si Yang exclaimed excitedly. "With these Puppet Masters, we can definitely defeat the Shadow Force!"
"Yes," Xuan Yang nodded. "However, we need to become more skilled in controlling these Puppet Masters to unleash their full potential."
His power was continuously growing!
He felt as if he possessed the strength to control everything!
He would become the true Puppet Master!
He would protect the village!
He would safeguard Qu Si Yang!
He would defeat the Shadow Force!
He would become the strongest!
“Xuan Yang, be careful!” Qu Si Yang's voice pulled Xuan Yang back from his thoughts.
A dark shadow suddenly descended from above, lunging towards Xuan Yang!
The shadow moved with incredible speed, leaving a trail in the air and emitting a sharp sound as it cut through, like a flash of lightning, arriving before Xuan Yang in the blink of an eye!
“Seeking death!” Xuan Yang snorted coldly. With a thought, a towering Puppet Master appeared instantly in front of him, blocking his path.
The Puppet Master swung its massive fist down at the shadow with tremendous force!
The Puppet Master collided violently with the shadow!
A deafening sound erupted!
Boom!
The thunderous noise echoed throughout the palace, causing the entire structure to tremble slightly.
Where the Puppet Master and the shadow clashed, a brilliant explosion of light erupted, blinding anyone who looked directly at it.
As the light faded, it revealed that the shadow had been knocked back several steps, while the Puppet Master remained steadfast and unmoving in its place.
“Who is it?” Xuan Yang's gaze was icy and sharp as he scanned his surroundings, trying to identify the ambusher.
“It’s me.” A low, hoarse voice emerged from the darkness.
Moments later, a tall man dressed in black stepped out from the shadows. His pale face and piercing eyes gave him an intimidating presence.
He wore a long black robe that enveloped his body completely in darkness.
He wore a silver mask that concealed most of his face, leaving only one eye visible, gleaming with a cold light.
"Shadow!" Xuan Yang's pupils constricted suddenly as he recognized the man's identity. "How dare you come here!"
"Heh, why wouldn't I?" Shadow sneered. "This is my territory!" With each step he took, the air around him seemed to thicken, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
"Your territory?" Xuan Yang frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
"The Puppet Sect Ruins are mine!" Shadow's voice was filled with arrogance and dominance. "Everything here belongs to me!" Though his tone was not loud, it carried an undeniable authority, as if he were the ruler of this realm.
"Delusional!" Xuan Yang scoffed. "This is the domain of the Puppet Master!"
"The Puppet Master?" Shadow laughed coldly. "He's already dead!" His voice dripped with mockery and disdain, as if ridiculing Xuan Yang's ignorance and naivety.
"No, he is still alive!" Xuan Yang's voice was resolute. "I am the Puppet Master!"
"You?" Shadow's gaze scrutinized Xuan Yang from head to toe, filled with contempt. "You? A mere kid?" He shook his head, as if he had just heard the greatest joke.
"Try me and you'll find out!" Xuan Yang's voice was icy and sharp as he summoned the surrounding Puppet Masters to encircle Shadow.
One by one, the Puppet Masters emerged from the darkness, surrounding Shadow completely. Each of them was unique in form—some wielded long swords, others brandished massive axes or spears—each radiating a powerful aura.
A great battle was about to erupt!
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