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Xuan Yang suddenly widened his Dual Eyes, which flickered with dancing black flames. The flames resembled two balls of demonic fire from the depths of a dark abyss, ready to consume everything in the world.
At that moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of powerful energy flowing within him, wild and scorching, like a massive volcano on the verge of eruption, with molten lava rushing madly through his veins.
This power symbolized his entry into the Shadow Sovereign Realm and ignited the flames of vengeance in his heart, burning fiercely and unceasingly.
"Who on earth are you?" Xuan Yang lowered his voice, letting out a deep growl that sounded incredibly hoarse, laced with a hint of ferocity akin to a wild beast.
His gaze was like two torches, sharply scanning every corner of the dilapidated temple, desperately trying to unearth the enemy lurking in the depths of darkness.
The unfamiliar aura of that shadow was faint yet exceptionally clear, clinging to him like maggots on bone, causing Xuan Yang to feel extreme anxiety and unease. Damn it! Who dares to spy on me in such a covert manner?
"Show yourself!" With this roar, Xuan Yang's voice, filled with anger and authority, reverberated through the crumbling temple like thunder, echoing continuously. The sheer volume and force were enough to shake loose the already precarious stones from the surrounding walls.
Those stones seemed to be frightened out of their wits as they tumbled down with a crisp sound, raising a cloud of dust.
At that moment, a wisp of nearly imperceptible black mist began to quietly gather in the air. It floated like a ghost, erratic and elusive, sometimes coalescing into a mass and at other times dispersing, making it difficult to grasp its exact form.
Gradually, this black mist began to reveal a vague human silhouette. The figure appeared eerie and distorted, as if being forcibly stretched by an invisible force, entirely unlike any normal human shape.
Then, a chilling voice emerged from the mist: "Hehe, such keen perception. No wonder you are the renowned Puppet Master.
To detect my presence so swiftly—clearly I underestimated you. You are far more troublesome than I anticipated..." The voice slithered out like a hidden snake in the shadows—cold, sinister, filled with mockery and derision; just hearing it sent chills down one’s spine.
As the black mist dissipated, a man clad in a black cloak with a pale face appeared before Xuan Yang. He was tall and slender but exuded an aura of terror. His sharp eyes glinted like those of a hawk, radiating dangerous light as if they could pierce through one's soul.
"Who are you?" Xuan Yang's gaze was piercing as he fixed his eyes on this suddenly appearing stranger. His muscles tensed up as he entered a state of high alert, resembling a poised leopard ready to pounce. The man stood tall and imposing; his black robe billowed in the wind, adding an air of mystery.
Hearing Xuan Yang's question, the man's lips curled slightly into a cold smile. He slowly raised his head; his eyes were like an unfathomable abyss that sent shivers down one’s spine at just one glance. Then he spoke slowly in a deep and hoarse voice: "Lord of Shadows."
The four words struck like a thunderclap in Xuan Yang's heart, causing his pulse to race. He was not unfamiliar with the name "Shadow." He had heard various legends about this mysterious organization from the Village Chief.
It was said that the Shadow Organization had long been eyeing their village, attempting to seize the powerful forces it possessed. These individuals were like a pack of hungry wolves, constantly lurking around the weak sheep, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Moreover, the members of the Shadow Organization were elusive and ruthless, making them difficult to guard against. Even more terrifying was the fact that no matter how many blows they suffered or how many times they were hunted down, they seemed like cockroaches that could never be killed, always able to rise again and continue bringing threats and disasters to the village.
Thinking of this, Xuan Yang couldn't help but take a sharp breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"What do you want?" Xuan Yang asked in a low voice, his tone laced with hostility, like a barrel of explosives ready to ignite.
"Of course, I'm here to witness the legendary Puppet Master," the Shadow replied with a light laugh, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, like a starving ghost eyeing food. "I'm very interested in your power. I’ve heard you can control the Puppet Master. Such power, if it could be used for me..."
Xuan Yang sneered inwardly; he knew the Shadow's intentions were not good, but he was not afraid. He had awakened the powers of the Shadow Sovereign Realm and had the capital to fight back. How dare they try to steal my power? Dream on!
"Then let's see what you've got," Xuan Yang scoffed, gathering Black Energy in his hand to form a Black Longsword. The blade flowed with black flames, resembling a demonic sword from hell.
A flicker of surprise crossed the Shadow's eyes; he clearly did not expect Xuan Yang to have awakened such powerful abilities. However, he did not retreat; instead, he became even more excited, like a bloodthirsty beast sensing blood.
"Good! Now it’s getting interesting," Lord of Shadows licked his lips, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty gleam as if he had spotted prey and could hardly wait to tear it apart.
With a wave of his hands, shadows around them seemed to come alive, twisting and transforming into grotesque monsters that surged toward Xuan Yang like an overwhelming tide.
Xuan Yang faced them without fear, wielding his Black Longsword as he engaged in fierce combat with the shadows. The clash of swords and energy filled the temple with thunderous sounds of battle, akin to thunder and lightning that was deafening.
Xuan Yang's attacks were fierce and swift; each strike carried destructive power like an unstoppable storm. The Shadow was agile and cunning, using shadows for both offense and defense, drifting like a ghost and making it difficult for Xuan Yang to pin him down.
The battle raged on for quite some time; both sides expended vast amounts of energy, sweat soaking their clothes. Although Xuan Yang had awakened the powers of the Shadow Sovereign Realm, his lack of combat experience gradually put him at a disadvantage, and his breathing became labored.
The Shadow's attacks grew increasingly fierce, relentless as a torrential storm. Xuan Yang's defenses became more strained, like a small boat tossed about by wind and rain, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
At that moment, Xuan Yang suddenly felt the familiar yet strange shadowy aura within him reemerge, stronger than before, surging like a tide that threatened to engulf him.
A thought crossed his mind—could this aura be related to the shadow?
He turned sharply, gazing deep into the ruins of the temple, his eyes piercing through the darkness.
There, a vague black shadow seemed to seep slowly from the void, gradually revealing a silhouette that flickered in and out of focus. This figure emanated a mysterious aura akin to shadows, ghostly and elusive, difficult to grasp.
"It’s you!" Xuan Yang exclaimed involuntarily, his face filled with shock as he recognized the sudden appearance before him. That face, that form... it was unmistakably...
It was his own shadow! Or perhaps it could be called another version of himself!
The shadow moved slowly yet gracefully, lifting its head. Instantly, a face identical to Xuan Yang's appeared before everyone. However, the expression on this face was entirely different—its Dual Eyes glowed with a chilling and sinister light, colder than the darkest night; the corners of its mouth curled into an evil and seductive smile, reminiscent of a demon from the Nine Nether Underworld, sending shivers down one’s spine.
"Long time no see, my true self," the shadow spoke softly. Its voice was eerily similar to Xuan Yang's but carried an indescribable raspy quality, like the grating sound of metal scraping against metal, sending goosebumps all over.
Xuan Yang was filled with shock and confusion; he did not understand what this shadow was or why it had appeared here. What was happening?
"Who... who are you?" Xuan Yang asked, his Dual Eyes wide with terror as he looked at the dark figure before him. His body trembled uncontrollably as if every nerve was consumed by fear. At that moment, he felt as though he had plunged into an abyss of ice; an overwhelming chill surged from his heart throughout his body, rendering him nearly immobile.
"I am you, and I am a part of you," the shadow chuckled lightly. Its voice floated into Xuan Yang's ears with clarity.
This laughter seemed to carry a strange enchantment that lingered in Xuan Yang's mind. "I am the darkness that has long been hidden deep within you, and I am also the source of infinite power you can wield." As the shadow spoke these words, its laughter echoed like an incantation in Xuan Yang's mind, causing his head to throb painfully.
"Nonsense!" Xuan Yang could no longer suppress his anger and fear; he shouted at the shadow, "How could such an evil and terrifying existence reside within me?" Yet his shout felt feeble and powerless against the shadow.
"Hahaha, you are still so deluded," the shadow replied again, this time laced with mockery as if it were a demon looking down upon a pitiful ant below. "Do you truly not realize that every time you wield that mysterious and powerful Shadow Puppet ability, it is actually I who manipulates it from the shadows?" The shadow paused briefly before continuing in a tone filled with temptation. "If you are willing to accept my existence and merge with me, you will gain unimaginable power capable of dominating the entire world..."
The shadow stood silently to one side like a statue, yet its sharp gaze remained fixed on the unfolding scene before it.
In his Dual Eyes, excitement sparkled like that of a seasoned hunter who had finally witnessed his carefully laid trap successfully capture the long-desired prey. The joy was so overwhelming that it seemed ready to burst forth from the depths of his gaze.
"It seems a spectacular show is about to begin!" the Shadow whispered softly, as if confiding his anticipation to the empty air around him.
At the same time, a sinister and eerie smile crept across his lips, reminiscent of a highly venomous snake flicking its deadly tongue, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down one’s spine at just a glance.
Outside the dilapidated temple, the once clear sky suddenly darkened ominously. Thick, heavy black clouds rolled across the horizon like a pack of ferocious beasts, surging wildly.
Accompanied by deafening thunderclaps, brilliant flashes of lightning split the sky, illuminating the world in a stark white light.
A fierce wind howled at that moment, like a raging beast trampling everything on the ground.
This scene resembled the apocalypse descending upon the earth, suffused with a suffocating tension that hinted at an even greater crisis looming on the horizon.
Amidst this chaotic spectacle, a figure quietly emerged. This figure bore an uncanny resemblance to Xuan Yang, as if carved from the same mold.
However, despite the striking similarity in appearance, everyone could sense an unusual aura emanating from this mysterious shadow, making it difficult to grasp its true nature.
What unexpected changes and disasters would this identical shadow bring to the tranquil village?
Perhaps only time would reveal the answer… At this moment, the village was merely witnessing the tip of the iceberg of its Second Crisis.
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