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Xuan Yang suddenly opened his Dual Eyes, a sharp pain causing him to gasp.
"Damn it, that old bastard is ruthless!"
He struggled to rise, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and cautiously scanned his surroundings.
The dilapidated temple had completely collapsed, rubble scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of dust, as if a giant beast had opened its gaping maw to devour all life.
The old man was nowhere to be seen. "Where did he go?"
A sense of dread filled Xuan Yang; he couldn't afford to relax for even a moment.
He knew the old man was a formidable opponent, and any misstep could lead to disaster, like walking on the edge of a blade—one wrong move could result in utter destruction.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the turmoil within him, channeling the remnants of his true essence while feeling the stirring power of the Shadow Puppet within.
He had to find him quickly!
Otherwise, with time on his hands, who knew what schemes that old man was concocting?
He looked around, his gaze locking onto a shadow behind the ruins of the temple.
The darkness there seemed to swallow everything, sending chills down his spine, like a lurking beast ready to pounce at any moment.
A sudden intuition struck Xuan Yang; he felt strongly that the old man was there, deep in the shadows, weaving a web of conspiracy.
"Damn it, let's go for broke! After all, death is inevitable, so I might as well take a chance!"
He gritted his teeth and plunged into the darkness, as if diving into an endless abyss.
In the pitch black, he couldn't see his own hand in front of him. A chilling aura coiled around him like a venomous snake, suffocating him and threatening to drag him into the depths of hell.
Xuan Yang moved cautiously, each step taken with utmost care, as if walking on thin ice, afraid of awakening the slumbering demons.
He had no idea what dangers lurked in the darkness, but he knew he had to keep moving forward. Even if the path ahead was fraught with peril, he had to press on.
He needed to find the old man; he had to complete the final trial. This was his only way out and his only hope.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful surge of energy emanating from ahead, crashing against his senses like a tidal wave.
It was the old man! Xuan Yang's heart raced as he quickened his pace, sprinting toward the source of the energy.
He navigated through layers of darkness and parted the mist, finally arriving at the place where the energy was coming from. It was as if clouds had parted to reveal a glimmer of hope.
Before him lay a vast underground cavern, its ceiling adorned with countless shimmering crystals that illuminated the space like daylight. The crystals emitted an eerie glow, casting light into every corner of the cave.
At the center of the cavern stood a black altar exuding an evil aura, resembling the entrance to hell and sending chills down his spine.
The old man stood beside the altar, muttering incantations as if performing some sinister ritual that sent shivers through Xuan Yang.
Xuan Yang's heart raced as he pondered, "What on earth is this old man up to? Is he summoning some kind of extremely evil and terrifying entity?"
The thought sent a chill down his spine, and he felt the hairs on his body stand on end. Yet, his intense curiosity drove him forward. He suppressed his fear, held his breath, and tiptoed like a nimble cat, cautiously making his way toward the old man's location.
With each step, his heart pounded loudly in his chest, fearing that even the slightest sound might alert the mysterious elder.
When he was just a few steps away from the old man, Xuan Yang could finally make out the words being murmured by him.
In a low, hoarse voice filled with an eerie resonance, the old man softly chanted, "Oh Dark God, please grant me endless power..."
The voice seemed to emanate from the depths of the underworld, carrying a chilling aura and a spine-tingling tremor that sent shivers down Xuan Yang's spine.
"Dark God?" Upon hearing this name, Xuan Yang's heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, trembling violently in response.
Images of various legends about the Dark God flashed through his mind—stories of a deity possessing terrifying powers capable of annihilating worlds, whose followers committed unspeakable acts, bringing countless disasters and calamities to the realm.
Could it be that this old man before him was a devoted follower of the Dark God?
The more Xuan Yang thought about it, the more dread filled him, and an unprecedented sense of unease surged within.
This feeling was akin to the oppressive atmosphere before a storm, weighing heavily on his chest and making it hard for him to breathe.
"No, we cannot allow this old fool to continue. If he successfully gains the power of the Dark God, the consequences will be unimaginable!
This will undoubtedly trigger an unprecedented disaster, plunging the entire world into an endless abyss of darkness!"
Xuan Yang understood the gravity of the situation; there was no time to waste.
He gritted his teeth, silently resolving to stop the old man's evil deeds. However, just as he was about to take action, the old man, who had been chanting moments before, suddenly ceased his incantation without warning.
Then, in a flash, the old man spun around with lightning speed. His previously dull and lifeless eyes now gleamed with a sharpness akin to that of a hawk, locking onto Xuan Yang as if he could see straight through him and uncover his innermost secrets.
"You've finally arrived," the old man said, his tone laced with mockery, as if everything was under his control.
"I thought you wouldn't dare show up."
"Why should I fear you?" Xuan Yang scoffed, meeting the old man's gaze without flinching. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve, showing no hint of fear.
"Heh, young man, your courage is commendable; I admire you," the old man chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as if mocking Xuan Yang's audacity.
"But courage alone is not enough."
"Then what about strength?"
Xuan Yang said, channeling the true essence within him. The Shadow Puppets gathered their energy, poised like a sword ready to be drawn, prepared to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.
"Let's see what you've got," the old man replied, and in an instant, his figure vanished from sight, like a ghost, leaving no trace behind.
Xuan Yang's heart tightened, and he quickly became alert. He knew that the real battle was just beginning; this was a life-and-death struggle where the victor would reign and the vanquished would be scorned.
In the darkness, two figures intertwined like phantoms, their blades flashing and energies colliding, producing deafening roars that shook the entire cave as if it were about to collapse.
Xuan Yang formed seals with his hands and chanted incantations. In an instant, countless Shadow Puppets surged forth like a tide of darkness, rushing towards the old man with claws bared.
These Shadow Puppets moved with agility and speed, resembling specters as they unleashed fierce assaults on the old man. They attacked from the front and circled around for sneak attacks, employing all sorts of cunning and bizarre techniques in hopes of finding even the slightest crack in the old man's defenses.
However, facing such a ferocious onslaught, the old man stood firm like an immovable mountain, unwavering in his stance.
No matter how the Shadow Puppets attacked, their strikes landed on him as if hitting solid steel, unable to inflict even the slightest harm.
The old man stood tall like a mountain, exuding an overwhelming presence akin to an ocean, giving off an impression of being unbreakable and unattainable.
"Hmph! Young man, do you think you can contend with me using such trivial skills?
You're simply dreaming!"
The old man's lips curled into a slight smirk, revealing a hint of disdain as he casually waved his sleeve, effortlessly dispelling wave after wave of attacks from the Shadow Puppets.
His voice was steady and powerful, imbued with an air of authority and contempt, as if the figure before him, Xuan Yang, were nothing more than an insignificant ant struggling in vain.
Upon hearing the old man's mocking words, Xuan Yang's face turned pale with anger, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He glared fiercely at his opponent, vowing silently to make him pay for his arrogance.
Suddenly, he let out a long howl towards the sky. In an instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body, as the true essence within him surged forth and gathered in the palms of his hands, pouring entirely into the Shadow Puppets.
Empowered by this immense true essence, the Shadow Puppets roared in unison. Their bodies began to swell dramatically, transforming in the blink of an eye into towering black giants standing dozens of feet tall.
These black giants had bulging muscles and prominent veins, exuding a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine.
They swung their enormous fists, creating howling winds that echoed like thunder as they smashed down towards the old man with unstoppable force.
Each punch contained earth-shattering power, as if they could tear apart the very fabric of space itself—truly a force to be reckoned with!
The old man's expression shifted slightly as he quickly dodged to avoid the blow; he knew that this strike was no trivial matter and that a moment's carelessness could lead to serious injury.
With a resounding boom, the black giant's fist struck the ground, creating a massive crater and sending dust flying into the air, obscuring everything in sight.
"Interesting," the old man remarked, his tone finally tinged with seriousness. He had begun to acknowledge Xuan Yang's strength and no longer underestimated him.
He looked at Xuan Yang, a glimmer of appreciation flashing in his eyes. This young man was stronger than he had imagined, possessing limitless potential.
However, that was far from enough! He took a deep breath, a cold glint appearing in his eyes, and a chilling intent radiated from him.
“Next, let me show you what true power looks like!” the elder declared, forming hand seals and chanting incantations as he began to unleash his true strength.
A powerful wave of dark energy erupted from him, like a volcanic eruption, sweeping through the entire cave. The dark energy surged and roared, as if it intended to devour everything in its path.
Xuan Yang felt a jolt of shock; this energy was several times more powerful than before! It was a despairing force, seemingly emerging from the depths of hell.
He quickly retreated, trying to evade the onslaught of energy and escape this land of death.
But it was too late.
The dark energy surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing him...
Xuan Yang felt darkness enveloping him, and he lost consciousness...
Would he be consumed by the darkness?
Would he succeed in completing the trial and become a true Puppet Master?
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