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The night was silent, with only the wind howling through the mountains and forests, as if weeping and lamenting.
Xuan Yang stood quietly at the edge of a cliff on the back mountain of the sect, his figure appearing somewhat solitary under the moonlight.
The night wind surged like a wild tide, causing his robes to flutter, as if it sought to pull him into the endless darkness.
Yet, he stood there like a mountain, steady and unmoving.
Behind him, three shadow clones stood like loyal guards, each indistinguishable from him, even their breaths hard to tell apart.
This was the result of his arduous training over the past few days—"Thousand Shadow Illusion." Although this technique was not yet perfected, it was sufficient to make a remarkable impression during the sect competition.
Xuan Yang lowered his gaze to the pitch-black jade slip of the "Shadow Dance Technique" in his hand, gently rubbing it with his fingertips, feeling the profound power contained within.
"What do the shadows want?" he murmured to himself, his voice carried away by the night wind as if only he could hear it.
Suddenly, the shadow beneath him trembled slightly, as if drawn by some force, extending uncontrollably towards the edge of the cliff!
"Huh?!" Xuan Yang's heart jolted in alarm. He immediately attempted to retract his three shadow clones; however, in that instant—
"Swish!" A dark figure shot up from below the cliff like a ghost, moving with lightning speed, its fingers clawed and aimed directly at his throat!
Xuan Yang's figure flickered as he evaded the attack like a specter.
However, the opponent's assault was relentless, following him closely like a shadow.
He felt a sharp pain as the opponent's fingertips grazed his shoulder like lightning, instantly drawing forth a spray of bright red blood that splattered into the air.
"You're quite quick to react," the newcomer chuckled lightly, his voice deep and chilling, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, sending shivers down one's spine.
Xuan Yang focused his gaze and saw that the figure still wore the same bronze single-eyed mask, completely concealing his face except for a single eye that glimmered with a cold light.
However, unlike before, the aura emanating from this person was now several times stronger!
"It’s you again!" Xuan Yang shouted angrily, a flash of rage crossing his eyes.
He never expected that this mysterious figure in black would come knocking again.
Before he could finish his thought, three black shadows suddenly surged around Xuan Yang's body, swiftly coalescing like ghosts.
These three shadow clones were identical to Xuan Yang's original form, forming a triangular formation that tightly surrounded the figure in black, creating an impenetrable barrier.
"Don't be so tense, little one," the figure in black said nonchalantly as he raised his hand. In his palm slowly appeared a pitch-black token.
The token was entirely dark, intricately carved with a menacing spider that looked so lifelike it seemed ready to crawl off at any moment.
"The Shadow Token?" Xuan Yang's pupils constricted sharply; he was clearly familiar with this token.
The Shadow Token was the highest insignia of the Shadow Organization. Those who possessed it held supreme power within the organization.
"Indeed, it is the Shadow Token," the figure in black smirked slightly, revealing a mocking smile. "My master wishes to meet you."
"Meet me?" Xuan Yang scoffed. "I have no ties with your Shadow Organization. What could we possibly discuss?"
"Oh? Is that so?" The figure in black seemed to have anticipated Xuan Yang's reaction. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "My master knows some things about your true origins."
"Origins?" Xuan Yang's heart jolted. As a waste material youth who had accidentally awakened and was labeled as a Puppet Master, he knew just enough about himself to realize how little he truly understood. Now, it seemed that this member of the Shadow Organization might know secrets about his background?
"I’m not interested," Xuan Yang replied coldly, suppressing the shock within him.
At the same time, his three shadow clones stepped forward, their blades glinting with a cold light, exuding a chilling intent to kill.
"Hah, do you really think the Puppet Sect cares about you?" The man in the black robe scoffed, disdain evident on his face. "They trained you just to use you!"
As the black-robed man spoke, a dazzling golden light suddenly streaked across the night sky like lightning, racing straight toward the back of his heart.
"Thud!" A muffled sound echoed as the black-robed man let out a grunt, his body shuddering violently as if struck hard.
However, to everyone’s surprise, he did not fall like an ordinary person. Instead, he transformed into a thick cloud of black mist that quickly dissipated into the air.
Yet that golden light pursued the black mist relentlessly, plunging into it and completely shredding it apart in an instant!
"You insignificant wretch, how dare you act recklessly in my Puppet Sect!" A voice of authority suddenly boomed.
Xuan Yang hurriedly turned around and saw the Master of the Puppet Sect standing majestically in mid-air, his sleeves billowing as if dancing in the wind.
In the Master’s Dual Eyes, golden light swirled like two radiant suns, emanating a heart-stopping brilliance as if a deity had descended.
—The Master had finally made his move!
"Thank you for saving me, Master," Xuan Yang said hastily, cupping his fists in gratitude.
However, deep within him, he remained wary of this Master.
The Master slowly descended from the air, his gaze penetrating like a deep pool, seemingly able to see through every thought in Xuan Yang's mind.
"The Shadows have set their sights on you," the Master said in a low and serious voice, carrying an undeniable weight of authority.
Xuan Yang's heart tightened. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively saying, "They seem to... know more secrets about my background."
Master fell silent for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand. The surroundings transformed in an instant, and the two found themselves in an ancient Bronze hall.
"This place is..." Xuan Yang exclaimed in shock as he looked around. In the center of the hall stood a massive statue of the Puppet Master, its features blurred but emanating an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"The forbidden ground of the Puppet Sect—'Hall of a Thousand Mechanisms,'" Master said, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone somber. "Xuan Yang, do you know why you were able to easily cultivate the Heart of the Puppet Master?"
Xuan Yang shook his head.
"Because... you are the reincarnation of the Puppet Master."
—What?!
Xuan Yang felt as if struck by lightning, countless fragmented images flashing through his mind: a dilapidated temple, blood-stained Bronze masks, and the deep, abyss-like eyes of the Old Village Chief...
"What about Qu Si Yang?" he suddenly recalled the girl born on the same day as him. "Who is she?"
Master's gaze grew complex. "She is your 'shadow.'"
"What do you mean?"
"The Puppet Master embodies both light and darkness," Master explained slowly. "You are 'light,' while she... is 'darkness.'"
Xuan Yang's heart trembled violently, but before he could ask further, the entire hall suddenly shook violently, and the runes on the surrounding walls began to extinguish one by one!
"This is bad!" Master's expression changed drastically. "Someone has breached the barrier!"
In the next moment, the dome of the hall exploded with a thunderous roar, and a shadow descended from above, laughter echoing all around—
“Hahaha! The secrets of the Puppet Sect, hidden for so many years, are finally about to be revealed today!”
As the smoke cleared, a man clad in a blood-red robe stood suspended in mid-air, his face obscured by a shattered bronze mask. The half of his face that was visible bore a striking resemblance to Xuan Yang.
“Who are you…?!” Xuan Yang gasped, his breath catching in his throat.
“Nice to meet you for the first time, brother,” the man grinned widely, madness flickering in his eyes. “I am your brother—Xuan Yin.”
**The Battle of the Twins**
“Xuan Yin? Impossible!” Xuan Yang shouted fiercely. “I have no brothers!”
“Ha! The Puppet Sect has kept this from you for so long; they truly succeeded,” Xuan Yin sneered, raising his hand. Countless shadows surged from the ground, transforming into grotesque Puppet Master beasts that surrounded the entire hall.
The Master’s expression darkened as golden light flickered from his sleeves. A bronze ancient sword materialized out of thin air. “Xuan Yin, you fell into darkness back then; do you dare return today?”
“Return?” Xuan Yin laughed maniacally. “I have come to reclaim what is rightfully mine!”
He suddenly pointed at Xuan Yang, his voice booming—
“His shadow is mine!”
The battle erupted!
The shadow Puppet Masters controlled by Xuan Yin surged forward like a tide, each one emanating corrosive black mist that eroded even the bronze floor beneath them.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and summoned his shadow clones to engage in battle. However, as soon as they made contact, his shadows began to dissolve like snow meeting fire!
“It’s useless, brother,” Xuan Yin cackled. “Your shadow technique was something I stripped away and gave to you back then!”
Peeling away?!
Xuan Yang's mind was shaken to its core, and in that instant, Xuan Yin had broken through the Master's blockade, her fingers like hooks, plunging straight for his heart!
"Thud!"
Blood splattered—
But it was not Xuan Yang who was injured.
A slender figure stood in front of him, and Xuan Yin's hand pierced through her shoulder.
Qu Si Yang!
"You...?!" Xuan Yin's pupils constricted suddenly, as if she had seen something terrifying, and she jerked her hand back in shock.
Qu Si Yang's face turned pale, but at that moment, her shadow twisted wildly, eventually transforming into a three-headed, six-armed demon god apparition that roared towards the heavens!
The entire Thousand Machine Hall trembled in response!
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