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Xuan Yang supported Qu Si Yang as they stumbled along the narrow path leading out of the village, their steps unsteady.
He turned back to gaze at the once-familiar settlement, now feeling like an enormous cage that trapped him, suffocating him with its weight.
“Xuan Yang, are we really leaving this place?” Qu Si Yang asked softly, her voice tinged with a reluctance to part and a confusion about the unknown ahead, like a flickering candle in the wind, wavering and uncertain.
Xuan Yang did not respond; he simply tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes filled with determination, as solid as a rock.
He knew they had to leave—leave this place filled with betrayal and deceit, just as birds must flee a forest ensnared by hunters.
Suddenly, an ancient and mysterious voice echoed in their ears, ethereal like a whisper in the valley: “Young ones, where are you headed?”
Both Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang jumped in surprise, their hair standing on end as they quickly turned around, hearts racing.
There stood an old man in a gray robe, having appeared behind them silently like a ghost.
The old man was tall and thin, resembling a weathered pine tree yet full of vitality. His hair was white but his face youthful, and his deep-set eyes seemed capable of seeing through all things, revealing the hearts of men and leaving no secrets hidden before him.
“Who… who are you?” Xuan Yang asked warily, his body tense like a drawn bow.
“I am Xuan Qing,” the old man replied with a slight smile that held both mystery and kindness. “I am the guardian of your family.”
Xuan Yang felt a jolt of surprise; the guardian of their family? He had never heard this title before—it struck him like a stone thrown into the calm lake of his heart, sending ripples of confusion throughout.
“Guardian?” Qu Si Yang asked in bewilderment, her face reflecting her lack of understanding. “When did our family have a guardian?”
“Always,” Xuan Qing said meaningfully, his voice heavy with the weight of time. “You just didn’t know.”
Xuan Yang looked at Xuan Qing, filled with questions swirling in his mind like fog; he did not know who this suddenly appearing old man was or what intentions lay behind his words.
“What do you want from us?” Xuan Yang asked cautiously.
“I am here to show you a clear path,” Xuan Qing said, his voice deep and powerful. “A path leading to your future.”
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of confusion and uncertainty in the other's eyes. They could not comprehend what this mysterious elder was trying to convey.
"What does 'the bright road of the future' mean?" Xuan Yang asked.
Xuan Qing remained silent, extending his right hand and lightly sweeping it through the air, like a masterful painter wielding his brush.
A luminous screen appeared before them, revealing two starkly different futures, akin to parallel worlds, showcasing two completely divergent life paths.
In the first future, Xuan Yang had fully awakened the power of the Puppet Master, becoming an invincible general. He led the village toward prosperity, where the villagers lived in peace and happiness, their faces radiating genuine joy.
In the second future, Xuan Yang lost control of the raging power of the Heart of the Puppet Master. He became like an enraged beast, destroying the entire village. The villagers suffered heavy casualties; ruins lay scattered everywhere, and amidst the debris were cries of despair that echoed like thunder—a scene reminiscent of hell on earth.
Both Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang stared at the two futures displayed on the screen, deeply shocked by the stark contrast. They were rendered speechless by the realization that such a vast difference could arise from Xuan Yang himself.
"Both futures are possible," Xuan Qing's voice was low and hoarse, echoing like an ancient bell in their ears. "Everything depends on your choice; a thought can lead to heaven or hell."
Xuan Yang gazed at his destructive self in the vision, filled with fear and unease as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
He did not want to be a destroyer; he wanted to protect his village and those he loved. He desired the first future, not the second.
"What should I do?" Xuan Yang asked, his voice trembling like a leaf drifting in the wind.
Xuan Qing smiled gently and replied, "The answer lies within your heart; the path is beneath your feet."
With that, Xuan Qing's figure slowly faded into the air like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace as if he had never existed. Only Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang remained standing there, staring at each other in bewilderment.
They stood frozen in place for a long moment, stunned by this sudden revelation, their minds blank.
"What should we do now, Xuan Yang?" Qu Si Yang asked, her voice tinged with helplessness and confusion, like a fawn lost in a forest.
Taking a deep breath, Xuan Yang's gaze filled with determination. He knew they could not linger here any longer; they had to leave and seek out their own future.
"Let's go!" Xuan Yang said, his voice strong and resonant. "Leave this place and seek the truth!"
Qu Si Yang nodded, gripping Xuan Yang's hand tightly. Together, they left the village, walking toward an uncertain future. Their silhouettes appeared particularly resolute in the glow of the setting sun.
Their hearts were filled with anxiety, yet also with hope, like two seeds just breaking through the soil, full of dreams for what lay ahead.
They believed that as long as they persevered, they would surely find a future that belonged to them and take control of their own destinies.
Not long after they departed the village, Lu Zhiyuan's figure appeared at the village entrance, like a ghost, silent and still.
He watched the direction in which Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang had gone, a complex expression flickering in his eyes—concern, reluctance, and anticipation all mingled together.
"Xuan Yang, you ultimately chose to leave," Lu Zhiyuan murmured to himself, his voice low and hoarse. "I hope you find the answers you seek."
He turned away and walked back into the village. His figure, bathed in the sunset's glow, seemed particularly lonely and desolate, like someone abandoned by the world.
What was his hidden identity? What were his true intentions? All of this remained a mystery, like a vast whirlpool drawing everyone into its depths.
Would Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang be able to find the future they desired? What challenges awaited them?
Everything was still uncertain; their future was fraught with variables and trials, like a tumultuous river filled with unknowns and dangers.
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