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Xuan Yang felt a buzzing in his head, and as the world spun around him, his body seemed to lose control. The mysterious power hidden within him suddenly became wild, like a runaway stallion galloping freely, recklessly crashing into his meridians. Each impact brought excruciating pain, as if he were about to be completely torn apart at any moment.
"Who... who am I?" He struggled to push these words out from deep within his throat, his voice hoarse and barely recognizable. At this moment, his mind seemed to be caught in a terrifying storm, thoughts swirling chaotically, fragments of memory scattered like leaves in a thick fog that enveloped a deep forest, making it impossible to find a way out or see the path ahead.
Not far away stood the Shadow Lord—Lu Zhiyuan—his handsome face bearing a sinister smile that was both eerie and captivating. That smile was like a snake revealing its crimson tongue, cold, evil, and filled with danger. He slowly spoke, "You are... the Puppet Master, a perfect masterpiece created by my own hands."
Upon hearing this, fear wrapped around Xuan Yang's heart like icy tendrils, tightening its grip with lightning speed. The chill spread rapidly through his veins to every limb, making his breath quicken as if a heavy stone pressed down on his chest, nearly suffocating him. Yet amidst this endless terror, there was an inexplicable thrill coursing through him. It felt like electricity racing through his entire being, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
Puppet Master... those four words struck like a sharp lightning bolt, cutting through the layers of heavy fog clouding his memories. In an instant, long-buried secrets surfaced like treasures unearthed from the depths of the earth, revealed under the light.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that dilapidated ancient temple. There had been a shadow there, mysterious and elusive, its form shifting like a ghost that was hard to grasp. The words spoken by that shadow were like venomous curses wrapping tightly around his ears, lingering long after they were uttered.
"I am the darkness within your heart and the source of your power." The voice was hoarse and deep, as if whispered from the depths of a terrifying abyss, carrying an eerie magic capable of ensnaring one's mind.
Could it be... that he was that chilling shadow? Was he truly the embodiment of darkness? At this thought, an indescribable chill swept over him; Xuan Yang felt as though he had plunged into an icy abyss where every inch of him was enveloped in bone-chilling cold that made him shiver uncontrollably.
No! Absolutely not! He screamed inwardly. How could this be? He was merely Xuan Yang, the useless boy everyone in the village knew!
All along, he had only one belief driving him forward—to become strong enough to protect his family. Therefore, no matter what happened, he could never be associated with that evil shadow!
"No!" With this shout of defiance, Xuan Yang's muscles tensed up instantly as if he were a trapped beast refusing to surrender. He exerted every ounce of strength to resist the powerful and violent force raging within him.
At that moment, it felt as though he were battling against an unstoppable flood; each struggle seemed insignificant yet he persisted through gritted teeth because he understood that if he relaxed even slightly and allowed this terrifying power to consume him, it would lead to an irreversible fate.
He could not let that happen! He did not want to become that ghostly shadow nor did he wish to turn into a cold-blooded monster devoid of emotions who only knew how to kill! In his heart resided beloved family members and friends with whom he could share his innermost thoughts; there were countless things he yearned to protect with his life! So even if there was just a glimmer of hope, he would never give up resisting.
However, Lu Zhiyuan watched coldly from the side and sneered. "Hmph, it's useless. Do you really think you can escape with your meager skills? How naive!" His icy gaze fixed on the struggling Xuan Yang as if he were enjoying a ridiculous farce filled with mockery and disdain.
"You are destined to become the Puppet Master; this is an unchangeable fact. From now on, everything in this world will be under your control while you will merely serve as a pawn in my hands!" As Lu Zhiyuan spoke these words, a profound sense of despair washed over Xuan Yang like a surging tide, quickly engulfing him entirely.
In an instant, Xuan Yang felt as though he were plunged into boundless darkness, plummeting rapidly into an unfathomable abyss...
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, a figure suddenly flashed across his previously chaotic mind like lightning illuminating the dark night sky—Qu Si Yang. She appeared like a beacon in the endless darkness, radiating weak yet unwavering light that pierced into the deepest corners of his soul and illuminated his path forward.
That spirited and genuine girl—the one who always cared for him despite her sharp tongue—the one who made him want to dedicate his life to protecting her—Qu Si Yang! "Si Yang..." Xuan Yang couldn't help but murmur softly; his voice barely audible yet filled with profound emotion.
At this moment, it felt as though a torrent of warmth surged within him like golden sunlight on a winter's day—brilliant and heartwarming—continuously filling him with endless strength and enveloping him completely from head to toe.
He absolutely could not choose to give up so easily! Not only did he have to do everything in his power to protect the girl before him, who haunted his dreams, but he also had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the entire village and all those he cherished most in life! "I will never give up!" With this thunderous roar, Xuan Yang felt as if he had been reborn, a fierce and indomitable fighting spirit igniting within him once more.
His once dull eyes now blazed with a fierce fire, burning brightly with a heart-stopping brilliance.
He gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging on his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. He was straining with all his might to suppress the dark power raging within him, a struggle as daunting as taming an ancient beast driven to madness.
Yet even so, he showed no signs of retreat; instead, he fought back with even greater tenacity, striving to maintain the last flicker of clarity in his mind. He knew all too well that if he let his guard down or faltered for even a moment, a terrifying fate awaited him—one from which there would be no return!
"Heh, how touching," Lu Zhiyuan sneered after watching for a long time from the sidelines. His handsome face was twisted with mockery as he looked at Xuan Yang as if observing a ridiculous clown putting on a desperate performance, filled with undisguised disdain and contempt. "It's a pity that your so-called dying struggle is nothing but a meaningless effort!"
He launched another attack, the Black Energy surging toward Xuan Yang like a tidal wave, resembling a ferocious beast ready to swallow him whole.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and fought back with all his strength, like a lone boat navigating through a storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment. He felt his body growing weaker, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished; his consciousness was becoming increasingly hazy, as if he were sinking into a quagmire from which he could not escape.
Could it be... am I really going to lose? Am I really going to become that monster?
At that moment, he suddenly felt a familiar power surge into his body, like a gentle stream nourishing his parched heart. This power was warm and strong, dispelling the darkness that enveloped him like sunlight and sweeping away the gloom in his heart like a spring breeze.
Xuan Yang opened his eyes wide, filled with hope that sparkled like stars in the night sky—bright and dazzling. He saw a figure standing before him, like a Guardian Deity blocking Lu Zhiyuan's attack.
"Si Yang!" Xuan Yang exclaimed joyfully, like a lost lamb finding its way home, his voice brimming with excitement and gratitude.
Qu Si Yang stood there radiating brilliant light, resembling a goddess—sacred and untouchable.
"I'm here to help you," she said with a smile that felt like spring's gentle touch—warm and kind.
Xuan Yang felt an overwhelming power surge through him; his injuries healed instantly as if spring had revived withered wood. His strength returned to its peak state, awakening like a slumbering lion—full of power and majesty.
"Thank you," Xuan Yang said gratefully; he knew that without Qu Si Yang, he would have been consumed by darkness long ago.
"No need to thank me," Qu Si Yang replied. "Let's defeat him together."
"Okay!" Xuan Yang nodded firmly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit—sharp and fearless like a drawn sword.
They fought side by side against Lu Zhiyuan, like two fierce tigers launching an intense assault on their prey. Xuan Yang's attacks were like raging storms—swift and fierce—while Qu Si Yang's defense was as solid as iron walls—unbreakable. They coordinated seamlessly as if they were one entity—a perfect balance of offense and defense.
Lu Zhiyuan felt his strength rapidly ebbing away like a receding tide, each strike he made weaker than the last. His once fierce assault now resembled an arrow that had reached the end of its flight; though the tip remained sharp, the remaining force could no longer penetrate the enemy's solid defenses.
Not only that, but his defenses had become alarmingly fragile, akin to a small fishing boat teetering in a storm, vulnerable to even the slightest wave that could capsize it in an instant.
"Damn it!" Lu Zhiyuan roared, his voice echoing through the skies like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, unwilling to accept defeat and making one last desperate stand.
In that moment, his entire body surged with energy, an overwhelming force erupting from deep within his dantian. This power was like a brilliant flash of lightning slicing through the night sky, or a dying beast letting out a desperate roar in its final moments.
However, at this critical juncture, something unexpected occurred. The Shadow Puppet, which had been lurking within him and suppressed for so long, suddenly struck back, devouring the powerful energy he had just unleashed.
The Shadow Puppet was like a venomous snake hidden in the dark, taking advantage of Lu Zhiyuan's moment of weakness to bite down hard and inject a continuous stream of deadly poison into his body.
"Ah—" With a piercing scream, Lu Zhiyuan was sent flying backward as if struck by lightning. He crashed heavily to the ground and lay there like a bird with broken wings, utterly devoid of strength to lift himself up, helplessly watching as he plummeted toward the earth.
Then came an even more terrifying scene: Lu Zhiyuan's body began to twist and contort uncontrollably. His skin ruptured inch by inch, muscles and bones gradually dissolving away as if he were a wax figure melting under intense heat.
In just a few breaths, he was reduced to a pile of ashes, scattered by the wind and vanishing without a trace, as if he had never existed in this world at all.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang watched this unfold with heavy hearts, feeling as though they had just experienced a harrowing battle and finally emerged victorious. They had defeated the Lord of Shadows and saved their village, protecting everything they held dear.
"We won," Qu Si Yang said with a smile, radiant like a rainbow after rain.
"Yes, we won," Xuan Yang nodded, a long-lost smile breaking across his face like sunlight breaking through clouds—warm and brilliant.
Suddenly, the dilapidated temple began to collapse around them like an impending disaster threatening to swallow them whole.
"Run!" Xuan Yang shouted as he grabbed Qu Si Yang's hand and dashed outside like a cheetah escaping danger, moving with lightning speed.
They burst out of the crumbling temple just as an earth-shattering roar echoed behind them—a sound akin to mountains collapsing. The temple fell completely apart like a destroyed castle reduced to ruins.
Standing before the wreckage, Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were filled with mixed emotions as they surveyed the devastation. It felt as though they had survived a cataclysmic event. They had faced life-and-death trials and ultimately emerged victorious.
Yet they had also lost so much along the way.
"What do we do next?" Qu Si Yang asked.
Xuan Yang looked at her, his eyes filled with determination.
"We will rebuild the village together."
Qu Si Yang nodded, her eyes brimming with hope.
They exchanged smiles, hand in hand, walking towards the horizon.
A new life was about to begin.
However, the Shadow Puppet within Xuan Yang did not vanish.
It lurked inside him, waiting for the next opportunity to awaken.
And Xuan Yang had no idea where his fate would lead him.
All he knew was that he had to become stronger to protect himself and those around him.
Was the Lord of Shadows truly dead?
Was Lu Zhiyuan really the Shadow Lord?
What exactly was the Shadow Puppet within Xuan Yang?
All these mysteries remained unsolved.
And Xuan Yang's adventure had only just begun.
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