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Xuan Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his heart racing.
A dream? It felt terrifyingly real, the deep-seated despair still sending chills down his spine.
He lay on the cold stone platform, the ruined temple silent around him. Moonlight streamed through the broken openings, illuminating the crumbling walls and statues, the mottled shadows reflecting his chaotic thoughts.
Lu Zhiyuan appeared beside him, a hint of relief on his face. "You're awake?"
Xuan Yang sat up, rubbing his temples. The fear and despair from the dream lingered in his heart, refusing to fade. "I just..."
"You had a long dream," Lu Zhiyuan interrupted him, his tone somber. "A dream about your past, present, and future."
Xuan Yang fell silent; he understood what Lu Zhiyuan meant. He had dreamt of his experiences as the Puppet Master, of battling shadowy forces, of Qu Si Yang's body growing cold in his arms, blood staining his clothes... Those painful memories surged like a tide, nearly drowning him; the suffocating agony made it hard to breathe.
"Now, you are truly the Puppet Master," Lu Zhiyuan's voice broke through his thoughts again, carrying a weight of seriousness.
Xuan Yang looked up at Lu Zhiyuan, confusion filling his gaze. "But I feel..." He sensed that the power within him had not changed; it remained as it was before, lacking the world-shattering strength from his dream.
"I know you have many questions, but this is not the time for them," Lu Zhiyuan interrupted again, his expression turning grave. "Something has happened in the village."
A heavy feeling settled in Xuan Yang's heart as an ominous premonition washed over him. The village? Could it be that the shadows have...
He sprang to his feet and followed Lu Zhiyuan out of the ruined temple to the village entrance. The sight before him left him speechless, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head.
The village lay in ruins; houses were collapsed, fields were desolate, and everywhere showed signs of battle. Broken walls and scorched earth surrounded them, and the air was thick with a strong smell of blood, like a hell on earth.
Villagers gathered at the entrance, each face marked with fear, trembling like startled birds. The cries of children, the wails of women, and the sighs of elders intertwined to form a mournful symphony.
"What happened?" Xuan Yang grabbed a villager by the shoulder, urgency lacing his voice with tremors.
"It was the shadows..." The villager stammered, eyes filled with terror. "The shadows attacked the village..."
Xuan Yang's heart tightened, a surge of anger igniting within him. The Shadow! He actually dared to...
He lifted his head and gazed into the distance, where a dark figure stood atop a mountain outside the village, resembling a demon from hell, overlooking the entire settlement. The black cloak billowed in the wind like a flag waved by the Grim Reaper.
That was the Shadow.
“Xuan Yang, you finally arrived,” the Shadow's voice echoed from the depths of the abyss, laced with mockery as it reverberated through the valley.
Xuan Yang clenched his fists, his eyes filled with rage and murderous intent. He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself; he knew this was not the time for impulsiveness.
“Why are you doing this, Shadow?” Xuan Yang's voice was low and hoarse, like that of a wounded beast.
“Why?” The Shadow scoffed, its tone dripping with disdain. “Because I want to see just how capable you are, Puppet Master.”
“You're playing with fire!” Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Am I?” The Shadow seemed unconcerned. “I look forward to seeing who will end up burning themselves.”
As soon as the Shadow finished speaking, it leaped down from the peak like a bolt of black lightning, charging toward Xuan Yang with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath; he knew an intense battle was inevitable. He summoned the power within him, and the Shadow Puppet materialized behind him, like a loyal guardian radiating dark light.
“Come on, Shadow! Show me what you're truly capable of!” Xuan Yang roared as he charged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, filled with unwavering courage.
The two powerful forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar that echoed like thunder through the valley, stirring up clouds of dust.
The battle had begun...
The Shadow moved like a specter, flickering in mid-air. Each attack was infused with lethal intent, akin to a venomous snake's fangs aimed directly at Xuan Yang's vital points, each strike deadly.
Xuan Yang relied on the agility of the Shadow Puppet and its ability to reverse control to evade and counter the Shadow's relentless assaults, navigating through perilous situations time and again.
The battle was exceptionally fierce, with both sides exchanging blows, neither willing to yield. For a moment, it was difficult to determine a victor; the clash of blades and the glint of swords flashed like lightning slicing through the night sky.
Xuan Yang gradually felt his strength waning. The power of the Shadow seemed endless, like an abyss that filled him with despair. This force far exceeded his previous estimates, suffocating him with pressure.
"Is this all you've got, Puppet Master?" The Shadow's tone dripped with mockery. "It seems you're not much after all."
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth, knowing he could not give up. He had to defeat the Shadow to protect the village and safeguard Qu Si Yang. For the villagers behind him, for the love in his heart, he had to fight until the end!
At that moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force surging from within him, as if a slumbering dragon had finally awakened, a warm current flowing throughout his body.
His gaze became incredibly sharp, like flames igniting with strength and determination.
"Shadow, you are mistaken." Xuan Yang's voice resonated like an ancient bell, carrying an undeniable authority. "I am the true Puppet Master!"
In an instant, Xuan Yang's figure vanished from sight…
The Shadow was taken aback, an ominous premonition rising within him.
"Where are you?" The Shadow looked around but could not find Xuan Yang’s presence, a hint of panic creeping into his heart.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful force coming from behind…
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