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Xuan Yang lay on the bed, feeling a warmth radiating from the pendant on his chest, a warm current flowing through his entire body.
Fatigue vanished in an instant, replaced by an inexplicable sense of power.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of brilliance shining within them, as if two flames were igniting.
He knew that his fate was about to change.
No longer would he be a pawn at the mercy of others; he was now a true player!
He would take control of his destiny and unravel all the mysteries!
Rising from his bed, he quietly left home and headed towards the dilapidated temple.
The night enveloped the village, its silence almost eerie.
The broken temple appeared even more sinister in the darkness, resembling a lurking beast.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy door of the temple.
Inside, it was pitch black; he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Only a few beams of moonlight filtered through the damaged roof, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Cautiously, Xuan Yang stepped inside, careful not to disturb anything.
Suddenly, he felt the pendant on his chest heat up again, a powerful force surging from it, illuminating the entire temple.
Bathed in the pendant's glow, Xuan Yang beheld a shocking sight.
In the center of the temple stood an ancient altar!
The altar was covered with mysterious runes that exuded an enigmatic aura.
At its center lay a black stone, etched with strange symbols.
Xuan Yang approached the altar and examined the runes and symbols closely.
He sensed that they were trying to convey something to him, yet he could not grasp their meaning.
He reached out his hand, wanting to touch the black stone.
Just as his fingers were about to make contact with the stone, the runes on the altar suddenly lit up, emitting a dazzling light.
Xuan Yang was startled by the sudden brilliance and quickly stepped back a few paces.
The light lasted for a moment before slowly dimming.
When the glow completely vanished, the black stone on the altar had also disappeared.
Xuan Yang stood there in shock, unsure of what had just happened.
He approached the altar again and carefully examined it, but found nothing unusual.
Could everything that just occurred have been an illusion?
Xuan Yang shook his head; he refused to believe it.
He felt that what had happened must hold some special significance.
He began to recall the runes and symbols he had seen moments ago.
Suddenly, he remembered that the Old Village Chief had once told him about a great secret hidden within the dilapidated temple.
Could this secret be the altar itself?
Xuan Yang's heart began to race; he felt he was getting closer to the truth.
He looked at the altar again, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.
He believed that if he could unravel the mystery of the altar, he would be able to solve all the enigmas!
Just then, he heard footsteps approaching.
Someone was coming!
Xuan Yang quickly hid himself.
He crouched behind the altar, holding his breath and daring not to move.
The footsteps grew closer, and soon, a figure appeared at the entrance of the dilapidated temple.
It was the Old Village Chief!
Xuan Yang's heart skipped a beat; he had no idea why the Old Village Chief would come here.
Could it be that the Old Village Chief had discovered the secret of the altar?
The Old Village Chief slowly walked into the broken temple, holding an oil lamp that cast a dim light on his wrinkled face.
He approached the altar, placed the oil lamp on the ground, and then knelt down.
With his hands clasped together, he murmured something, as if in prayer.
Xuan Yang remained hidden behind the altar, afraid to make a sound for fear of being discovered by the Old Village Chief.
He listened intently to the Old Village Chief's prayer, hoping to glean some clues from it.
"Great Puppet Master, please hear my prayer. Guide us and lead us into the light..."
Puppet Master?
Xuan Yang's heart stirred; he remembered what the Shadow had once said—that he was the reincarnation of the Puppet Master.
Could it be that the Old Village Chief knew about this too?
The Old Village Chief's prayer continued, his voice growing more fervent and sincere.
"Please tell us how we can awaken your power, how we can defeat the Shadow, how we can save our village..."
The Shadow?
Xuan Yang's heart skipped a beat; he had not expected that the Old Village Chief was also aware of the Shadows' existence.
It seemed the Old Village Chief knew more than he had imagined!
After finishing his prayers, the Old Village Chief stood up, picked up the oil lamp, and prepared to leave.
At that moment, the pendant around Xuan Yang's neck suddenly emitted a strong light, illuminating the entire dilapidated temple.
The Old Village Chief was startled by the sudden brightness, causing him to drop the oil lamp, which shattered on the ground.
He turned around and saw Xuan Yang hiding behind the altar.
"Who... who are you?" the Old Village Chief asked in terror.
Xuan Yang stepped out from behind the altar, his eyes filled with determination and confidence.
"I am the reincarnation of the Puppet Master. I have come to save this village!"
The Old Village Chief was taken aback, looking at Xuan Yang with shock and disbelief in his eyes.
"Are you... really..."
"Yes, I am!" Xuan Yang interrupted him, his voice resonating with power. "Now, tell me everything about the Shadows!"
The Old Village Chief gazed at Xuan Yang, a complex expression flashing across his face.
He fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking. "The Shadows are your..."
Suddenly, the doors of the dilapidated temple were burst open, and a group of villagers rushed in, surrounding Xuan Yang and the Old Village Chief.
"Village Chief, we found him! He is indeed here!"
"Catch him! Don't let him escape!"
The villagers' faces twisted with rage, their eyes filled with hatred and anger.
Xuan Yang looked at the villagers, filled with confusion and disbelief.
Why were they capturing him?
What had he done wrong?
The Old Village Chief gazed at Xuan Yang, a hint of helplessness and sorrow flickering in his eyes.
"Child, you should leave. Get away from here and never come back..."
"Why?" Xuan Yang asked, bewildered.
The Old Village Chief did not respond; he simply shook his head and closed his eyes.
The villagers surged forward, seizing Xuan Yang.
He struggled desperately, but it was futile.
They dragged him out of the dilapidated temple, heading toward the village.
He had no idea what awaited him, but he knew he had to survive!
He had to uncover the truth; he had to save this village!
He must...
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