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Xuan Yang stared at the enormous crack before him, filled with confusion and unease.
The crack was shrouded in darkness, as if leading 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 Level," 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; he knew 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 cherished.
Taking a deep breath, his gaze hardened with determination. He leaped into the crack.
Inside, it was pitch black; he could not 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 plummet, and the wind howled around him like wailing ghosts, making him feel as if he would never land. This sensation of weightlessness filled him with panic, as if his very soul were being 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 with soft grass that resembled a green carpet. A faint fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing and soothing. In stark contrast to the previous darkness, this place was serene and peaceful like a paradise.
"What... is this place?" Xuan Yang's mind was filled with questions and curiosity as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
"Welcome to Lost Shadow," a voice resonated in Xuan Yang's mind, tinged with mockery and amusement, like a hunter toying with its prey. "This is the trial ground of the Third Level."
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 caution and anxiety.
"I am the Guardian of the Lost Shadow, and I am your Trialist," the voice echoed again, carrying a sense of mystery and authority, like a deity from above. "If you wish to pass the trial, you must find the Lost Shadow."
"Lost Shadow?" A spark ignited within Xuan Yang; it felt like he had grasped a crucial clue. This sounded like key information.
"Indeed, the Lost Shadow is the key to this place. Only by finding it can you leave," the voice continued, its tone imbued with an undeniable firmness.
"How do I find it? At least give me a hint!" Xuan Yang pressed on, unwilling to waste time in this eerie place.
"Heh, that depends on your abilities," the voice replied again, 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; otherwise, he would be trapped here forever—a fate he could not accept.
He began to carefully observe his surroundings, searching for any clues, no matter how small.
Suddenly, he noticed a Black Stone on the grass, starkly contrasting with the surrounding greenery. The stone was engraved with a strange symbol resembling some ancient script, exuding an air of mystery.
"Could this be... a clue?" A surge of excitement coursed through Xuan Yang as he hurried over to examine the symbol on the stone more closely, trying to decipher its meaning.
The symbol was intricate; Xuan Yang found it difficult to comprehend its significance—it felt like reading a foreign language that gave him a headache.
He tried to touch the symbol, and suddenly, a powerful force surged from it, entering his body like an electric current, coursing through him.
Images flashed in his mind—a scene of a Black Shadow darting across the grass, moving at incredible speed like a streak of black lightning, vanishing in an instant.
"Could this be the Lost Shadow?" Xuan Yang thought, his heart racing as he hurried in the direction the shadow had taken. He had to seize this opportunity.
The shadow moved swiftly, and Xuan Yang exerted all his strength just to keep up with its pace. His breath became rapid, sweat trickling down his forehead.
The shadow weaved through the grass, seemingly deliberately evading Xuan Yang's pursuit, like a cunning prey toying with its hunter.
Xuan Yang pressed on relentlessly. He knew he had to catch this shadow; otherwise, he would lose his only chance to escape. Gritting his teeth, he persevered without giving up.
He ran continuously, sweat soaking his clothes as if he had just emerged from water. Yet he dared not stop because he understood that time was slipping away second by second.
Suddenly, the shadow came to a halt before a massive rock, blending into the darkness and remaining motionless.
Xuan Yang rushed forward, panting as he stood before the shadow, feeling that his stamina was at its limit.
"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 apprehension.
"I am your shadow and also your Heart 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, his heart filled with 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 Demon to attain true freedom.
"Come on, show me your strength," the shadow said, its tone laced with provocation, as if trying to provoke Xuan Yang.
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 fighting spirit.
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, filled with unwillingness and despair.
Suddenly, he felt his body being drawn into a powerful force, plunging him back into endless darkness...
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