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Xuan Yang knelt on the ground, his knees sinking deeply into the dusty earth. He lowered his head, and tears, clear and glistening, fell uncontrollably, instantly blurring his once bright Dual Eyes.
Not long ago, the Old Village Chief, a figure revered and loved by the villagers, had bravely stepped forward to protect him, the weak and helpless. He had engaged in a desperate battle against a ruthless enemy. However, in the end, the Old Village Chief tragically fell in a pool of blood, leaving this world forever.
The ruined temple was silent, devoid of any sound. Only rays of warm sunlight filtered through the cracks in the dome above, cascading down like golden threads onto this sorrowful land. This light illuminated the mottled bloodstains on the ground, making them appear especially glaring and shocking; it also reflected the desolate scene of crumbling walls around.
The air was thick with an overpowering stench of blood, intermingling with the dust accumulated in the Ruined Temple over the years, creating a nauseating odor. Xuan Yang remained still on the ground, motionless like a lifeless statue. Occasionally, his shoulders would tremble slightly, as if silently conveying his profound sorrow to the world.
Xuan Qing stood nearby, pale-faced and filled with grief. He bit his lip tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving clear trails on his pallid face. He reached out a hand to comfort Xuan Yang but withdrew it helplessly. What could he say? Any words of comfort felt utterly inadequate at that moment.
Xuan Yang slowly lifted his haggard face to look at his father. His eyes were filled with unspeakable pain and heavy guilt. His Dual Eyes resembled a lake ravaged by a storm, its surface rippling with endless sorrow.
“Father... I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault; I caused the Village Chief’s death...” His voice was hoarse, like rough sandpaper scraping against cold metal. Each word seemed to be squeezed from deep within his soul, carrying profound regret.
Hearing his son’s words pierced Xuan Qing’s heart with anguish; his eyes instantly welled up with tears. He shook his head vigorously, but tears flowed silently down his cheeks like a breached dam.
“Child, this is not your fault, Yang'er... This was all the Village Chief's choice.” Xuan Qing struggled to keep his voice steady despite the overwhelming pain inside him; however, the slight tremor in his tone betrayed his fragile state.
Xuan Yang clenched his fists tightly, filled with anger and hatred—toward that Shadow Demon, toward this damned fate, and most of all toward his own powerlessness. “I will become stronger! I will avenge the Village Chief!” His voice was low yet resolute, echoing like a roar from the depths of hell, infused with deep-seated hatred and unyielding will.
Suddenly, Xuan Yang felt as if something within him had ignited; an incredibly powerful and surging force began to surge wildly! This force was like a long-caged beast gone mad, desperately trying to break free from its restraints and burst forth from his frail body to run wild!
This power was so violent and intensely hot that it rolled and churned within him like molten lava building up before a volcanic eruption. Each surge sent crackling sounds through his veins as if they might snap at any moment; the searing heat mercilessly burned through his blood, causing it to boil over as if it would ignite completely at any second!
At that moment, Xuan Yang could no longer contain this terrifying power. He suddenly stood up; in an instant, a thick black energy erupted from within him! The Black Energy surged forth like a black lightning bolt, tearing through the air at an astonishing speed while carrying an aura of destruction that shot straight into the sky!
In the blink of an eye, this Black Energy spread outwards into a massive wave of darkness that engulfed the entire dilapidated temple. Wherever it passed, fierce winds howled and dust flew; even the crumbling walls collapsed under this devastating force into piles of rubble.
The already dilapidated temple now swayed precariously; cracks spread across its walls like a Spider Web. Each fissure resembled a gaping maw eager to swallow this ancient structure whole. As these cracks continued to expand, the ground began to tremble violently as if a long-slumbering giant had awakened and was struggling fiercely to break free from its bonds.
Debris fell from the walls and ceiling, crashing to the ground with a crisp sound and stirring up a cloud of dust. This dust spread through the air, shrouding the dilapidated temple in a gray haze, severely obstructing visibility. Yet, even so, Xuan Qing could clearly see everything happening before him.
He widened his Dual Eyes, fixating intently on Xuan Yang, his expression filled with shock and concern. His lips trembled slightly as he struggled to find words to say to Xuan Yang, but they caught in his throat, leaving him at a loss for how to begin. Anxiety surged within him as he helplessly watched Xuan Yang enveloped by a swirling mass of pitch-black energy, unable to move an inch.
Xuan Yang slowly closed his Dual Eyes and took a deep breath, focusing intently on the powerful force surging within him. He could distinctly sense that this was the power contained within the Shadow Puppet hidden deep inside his body. Just moments ago, the heroic sacrifice of Village Chief Lu Zhiyuan had acted like a key, unlocking this long-sealed power.
At this moment, that force surged through him like an unstoppable tide. It was immensely powerful yet wildly chaotic, akin to a double-edged sword that was sharp but difficult to control. If wielded correctly, it could easily slay enemies; however, if it spiraled out of control, it could very well backfire and lead him to utter ruin.
As he delved deeper into this power, Xuan Yang felt his consciousness gradually detach from reality, as if plunging into an endless void of darkness. Shadows swirled around him in countless numbers, drifting silently like phantoms in the air. Occasionally, one or two shadows would sweep past him, bringing with them a chilling gust of wind that sent shivers down his spine.
These shadows twisted and morphed continuously, sometimes taking on the terrifying forms of Evil Spirits with gaping maws and sharp fangs as they let out low yet piercing howls directed at Xuan Yang. They clawed at him with their talons, seemingly intent on tearing him apart. Faced with such horrifying sights, Xuan Yang felt a twinge of fear in his heart; however, more than that was an intense excitement and desire—he understood that only by conquering and mastering this ferocious power could he truly achieve a breakthrough and embark on the path of strength.
Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed before him, bearing a grotesque face reminiscent of an Evil Spirit from hell. Its eyes burned with an eerie green flame as if seeking to devour everything in its path. It opened its gaping maw to reveal razor-sharp fangs and let out a bone-chilling roar.
Xuan Yang's heart raced; instinctively he wanted to retreat but found himself unable to move. He was bound by an invisible force that held him captive, forcing him to watch helplessly as the massive shadow drew closer.
The enormous shadow advanced slowly toward him, extending its black claws as if intending to consume him whole. Those claws gleamed like knives, flashing with cold light that seemed capable of tearing anything apart.
Filled with dread, Xuan Yang knew that if he were swallowed by this shadow, there would be no escape. He struggled desperately against his restraints to no avail, merely watching as the claws approached ever closer.
In that critical moment, the power within Xuan Yang erupted once more, forming a black barrier that intercepted the shadow's attack. The barrier stood like an indestructible shield against the onslaught.
The massive shadow let out an enraged roar before… vanishing. It disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed at all.
Xuan Yang opened his eyes to find himself back in the ruined temple. He gasped for breath, sweat soaking through his clothes as though he had just fought for his life.
He stared wide-eyed at his trembling hands, disbelief etched across his features as he struggled to comprehend what had just occurred. Just moments ago, he had truly broken through to the legendary Shadow Sovereign Realm! This realm was something countless practitioners yearned for but found utterly unattainable.
At this moment, he could clearly feel a powerful force surging within him, unstoppable like a flood breaking through a dam. Compared to before, this strength was not just several times greater; it was a world apart! At the same time, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that his ability to control shadows had also greatly improved, allowing him to command more shadows at will. Those shadows, which had previously lurked quietly in the dark, now seemed to come alive, stirring restlessly and responding to his call, rushing towards him like a tide.
Just then, a blue figure darted in like a bolt of lightning, instantly arriving at his side. It was Xuan Qing, who looked at Xuan Yang with a face full of joy, excitement spilling over as he exclaimed, “Yang'er, you did it!” His voice trembled slightly with excitement, filled with endless joy but also hinting at an unshakable worry. After all, while it was commendable for someone so young to break into the Shadow Sovereign Realm, the challenges and tests that lay ahead would likely be unprecedentedly daunting.
Xuan Yang nodded, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. “Dad, I want to kill that Shadow Demon and avenge the Village Chief!” His voice was firm and powerful, ignited by the flames of vengeance.
Xuan Qing grasped Xuan Yang's hand tightly, concern etched across his face. “Yang'er, I know you’re hurting, but you’re not its match yet; you need to stay calm.” He understood that Xuan Yang was filled with hatred at this moment, but he feared that acting impulsively would only lead to needless death.
Xuan Yang looked at his father and took a deep breath, striving to calm himself. He knew his father was right; he wasn’t ready to face the Shadow Demon yet. Acting recklessly would only lead to disaster.
He needed to grow stronger—much stronger! Only then could he avenge the Village Chief and protect those he wished to safeguard.
Gazing at the sky outside the dilapidated temple, Xuan Yang’s eyes filled with resolve. He understood that his journey had only just begun.
He stood quietly in place, closing his Dual Eyes tightly as he focused on feeling the surging power within him—a torrent flowing through his veins. This power stemmed from his cultivation in the Shadow Sovereign realm and was beyond imagination in its strength. At this moment, it flowed through his meridians and dantian like a blazing fire; every drop of blood ignited and every muscle brimming with explosive potential.
This power represented not only an enhancement of strength but also fueled the fire of vengeance burning in his heart. The accumulated hatred and resentment had transformed into the driving force propelling him forward, compelling him to pursue an even greater realm—all for the day when he could take revenge on his enemies for the blood debts owed.
Just then, his keen senses suddenly picked up on a faint anomaly that was hard to detect. Initially just a slight stirring in his heart, it quickly heightened his alertness. What could it be? He slowly opened his eyes, furrowing his brow as he began to search carefully.
Gradually, he discerned a barely perceptible aura—extremely weak and well-concealed. However, despite its subtlety, when he touched upon this aura, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged within him. It felt as if he had encountered it somewhere distant before, yet he couldn’t recall the specific scene or details at that moment.
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