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Xuan Qing had urgent matters to attend to and left suddenly, leaving the two children to return on their own. Xuan Yang felt as if his entire body had fallen apart, with pain radiating from the joints of his bones.
Every breath felt like a dull knife sawing through his lungs, causing him to gasp in agony. He struggled to rise, but his body felt drained of all strength, limp and powerless.
Beside him, Qu Si Yang was in no better condition. Her face was as pale as paper, with dried blood at the corners of her mouth. Her weak breaths seemed as if they could stop at any moment.
Xuan Yang's heart ached at the sight. He forced himself to endure the pain and slowly crawled toward Qu Si Yang. He moved like a clumsy caterpillar on the ground, each movement sending sharp pangs through him. "Si Yang, are you... are you okay?" he managed to ask breathlessly when he finally reached her side, his voice filled with anxiety and guilt.
Qu Si Yang forced out a smile that looked more painful than crying. Her voice was weak, like a mosquito buzzing: "I... I'm fine, not... dead yet... cough cough..." Before she could finish her sentence, another violent fit of coughing seized her, curling her body as if she might cough up her very insides.
Seeing Qu Si Yang in such pain made Xuan Yang feel as though a giant hand had gripped his heart tightly, nearly choking him. If it weren't for him, Qu Si Yang wouldn't have suffered such severe injuries. "Damn it, it's all my fault for being so weak!" he cursed himself inwardly, filled with self-reproach and guilt. If only he were stronger, Si Yang wouldn't have been hurt so badly.
At that moment, Xuan Yang suddenly sensed a strange wave of energy, like a gentle breeze brushing over his body. This energy emanated from the black pendant hanging from his chest—a relic left to him by his grandfather, an ordinary-looking black stone shaped like a teardrop.
The pendant began to warm slightly, like a pebble warmed by hand, emitting a faint black glow. This light shimmered like stars twinkling in the night sky—mysterious and eerie, carrying an indescribable allure.
As the pendant heated up, Xuan Yang felt a warm current flowing through him, as comforting as soaking in a hot spring. His body, which had felt so broken before, slowly regained some strength, and the pain receded like a tide.
He stared in astonishment at the pendant on his chest, filled with curiosity. "Could this pendant... hold some secret?" he murmured to himself, his eyes sparkling with intrigue.
At the same time, Qu Si Yang also sensed this strange wave of energy. Her previously pale face gradually regained some color, and her breathing became steadier—not as rapid as before.
"What is this..." Qu Si Yang looked at Xuan Yang's pendant in surprise; her once dull eyes were now filled with curiosity and exploration.
"I don't know either..." Xuan Yang shook his head; it was the first time he had experienced the pendant's extraordinary power, leaving him both amazed and puzzled.
Suddenly, the black glow of the pendant intensified, like lightning illuminating the night sky and dispelling the surrounding darkness. Xuan Yang felt himself enveloped by a powerful force as if held tightly by an invisible hand. He instinctively closed his eyes, as if about to sink into an unfathomable dream.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a strange space. It was pitch black as if drenched in thick ink; he couldn't see his own hand in front of him. Only countless shadows floated in the air like ghostly figures clawing at nothingness silently—a chilling sight that sent shivers down his spine.
"What the hell is this place?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse aloud; an inexplicable fear washed over him. The eerie atmosphere made him uncomfortable, as if something unclean was lurking in the darkness watching him.
At that moment, a voice echoed in his mind—deep and hoarse—like rusty iron scraping against each other or whispers from hell itself, filled with mystery and eeriness.
"Welcome to the Realm of Shadows..."
"Who? Who is speaking?" Xuan Yang asked warily, glancing around but seeing no one, only the flickering shadows dancing in the air.
"I am the Shadow Puppet..." the voice echoed again, "I am the power that sleeps within you. Now, I will awaken completely..."
Hearing this voice filled Xuan Yang with shock and confusion. "Shadow Puppet? The power sleeping within me? What is going on?" He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; it was all too overwhelming.
Before he could ponder further, he felt a powerful force surge into his body. This force rushed through him like a raging river, crashing wildly within him, like a herd of wild horses breaking free, wreaking havoc on his meridians and causing excruciating pain as if his body were being torn apart.
"Ah!" Xuan Yang couldn't help but let out a cry of agony; he felt as if his body were about to explode. The power was too immense, far beyond his control, like a small water tank trying to hold back an entire river, on the verge of bursting at any moment.
The force grew stronger, and Xuan Yang felt he could barely withstand it. His complexion turned pale, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his body began to tremble violently.
At that moment, the pendant around his neck suddenly erupted with dazzling light. This light shone like the rising sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness and illuminating the entire space. The once menacing shadows recoiled from the brilliance as if they had encountered their nemesis, letting out piercing cries before dissipating into wisps of blue smoke.
Xuan Yang felt his body enveloped by this light, like a warm embrace holding him tightly. The chaotic force that had rampaged within him began to calm under this radiance, no longer violent. The pain gradually faded away, replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief, akin to parched land receiving nourishing rain and bursting forth with vibrant life.
He felt his body brimming with strength, an endless supply that seemed inexhaustible. It was as if he could control everything; neither this space nor the drifting shadows could escape his grasp.
"Is this... the power of the Shadow Puppet?" Xuan Yang murmured to himself, excitement gleaming in his eyes like two burning flames.
Slowly raising his hand, a stream of black energy surged from his palm, writhing like serpents at his fingertips. This black energy quickly coalesced into a shadow that mirrored him perfectly—an identical figure without facial features but with glowing crimson eyes that sparkled ominously. Under his command, this shadow moved gracefully like a well-trained dancer, each motion filled with strength and beauty.
"Hahaha! Have I awakened my supernatural powers?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but laugh joyfully; his voice echoed with excitement and delight in the dark space.
He had finally awakened the power of the Shadow Puppet; he was no longer that useless boy! From now on, he would become a true powerhouse—a protector of those he cherished! He would never allow something like today to happen again!
He thought of Qu Si Yang, a gentle and determined look crossing his face. "Si Yang, wait for me; I will protect you!" he silently vowed.
Suddenly, the space began to twist as if it were a crumpled canvas filled with countless folds. Xuan Yang felt himself being drawn into a powerful force, spiraling into a massive vortex against his will.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the real world. He realized he was still lying in the dilapidated temple; everything around him looked familiar but now shrouded in a faint black glow that seemed eerie.
Qu Si Yang lay beside him; her complexion had returned to normal and no longer appeared pale. Her breathing had steadied, resembling that of a peacefully sleeping child.
Xuan Yang looked at Qu Si Yang with gratitude and affection swelling in his heart. "Thank you, Si Yang; if it weren't for you, I might have died here." He gently held her hand; her once-cold fingers now radiated warmth.
From now on, I will protect you and ensure that you will never suffer any harm again! Xuan Yang silently vowed, his eyes filled with warmth and determination.
At that moment, Xuan Yang suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching. This presence was cold and malevolent, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, watching him. A chill ran down his spine as he quickly turned to look, his gaze sharp as a blade.
A figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost. Tall and slender, clad in a long black robe, the figure wore a black mask that concealed all but one of its eyes, which glimmered with a chilling light.
It was the Shadow! He was alive! Moreover, his aura was even stronger than before! Xuan Yang's heart raced, a sense of unprecedented danger washing over him.
"Heh, I didn't expect you to still be alive..." The Shadow looked at Xuan Yang with a mocking glint in his eye, his voice hoarse and deep, as if it had risen from the depths of hell. "It seems you have awakened the power of the Shadow Puppet..."
There was a hint of surprise in his voice, but more so was greed and desire, like a hungry wolf eyeing its delicious prey.
"What do you want?" Xuan Yang asked warily, sensing that the Shadow's intentions were far from good.
"Of course... to kill you and seize your power!" The Shadow sneered, a flicker of murderous intent flashing in his eyes like a drawn sword gleaming with cold light.
He slowly raised his hand, and a powerful dark force surged from within him, sweeping towards Xuan Yang like a tidal wave... This power was stronger and more malevolent than before, as if it aimed to devour all light.
The Shadow's attack was incredibly swift, like a bolt of black lightning, reaching Xuan Yang in an instant. He had no time to evade and could only watch helplessly as the dark force surged toward him.
In that critical moment, the pendant around Xuan Yang's neck erupted with dazzling light once more...
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