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In the world, it seemed as if only the towering Bronze statue remained. It slowly lowered its head, its left eye burning like the sun, while its right eye gazed like an abyss. The mountains and rocks that fell under its gaze silently crumbled to dust.
Xuan Yin suddenly fell to his knees, his body convulsing. "No... this shouldn't awaken now..." The shadow crystal on his chest flickered wildly, beginning to draw his life force back in a reverse manner!
"So you are merely a pawn," Master coughed blood and sneered, the golden chains in his hands breaking apart inch by inch. "The Heart of Shadows was meant to be the key to awaken 'Him'..."
Xuan Yang, however, had no time to consider this. He was experiencing the most terrifying consumption—Qu Si Yang's shadow power pierced into his soul like countless steel needles, while his own light power violently washed over her consciousness. Their memories clashed fiercely in a chaotic fusion:
Before his eyes, a horrifying scene unfolded: he (no, it should be said, his past self) stood amidst a sea of corpses and blood, with countless citizens kneeling at his feet. Their bodies were mutilated, blood staining the earth and forming a Crimson ocean.
In Qu Si Yang's memory, within the same scene, the one wielding the slaughter knife was shockingly herself!
"Who... are we?" Xuan Yang's voice no longer resembled that of a human; it was a deep and terrifying roar.
With his howl, the massive Bronze statue let out a deafening wail, its sound waves crashing like a storm, instantly shattering the clouds within a ten-mile radius.
At that moment, an ancient voice suddenly echoed: "You are the sacrifices."
This voice seemed to come from the void yet was so clear that it could not be ignored.
As the voice resonated, the entire space felt as if it had suddenly frozen; time seemed to halt its flow.
Then, an old man with a Bronze staff slowly emerged from the void.
Each of his steps appeared exceptionally heavy, as if the entire world trembled with his movements. The towering Bronze statue's phantom also quivered slightly beneath his steps, as if filled with reverence for him.
As the old man approached, Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang finally saw his face.
It was a face that always bore a kind expression, but at this moment, it had turned as cold as stone, devoid of any emotion.
With a slight wave of his bony fingers, the combined powers of light and darkness from Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were forcefully torn apart by an invisible force!
"Three thousand years," the Old Village Chief's voice carried an indescribable weariness as he slowly caressed the ghostly toes of the Bronze figure, his touch gentle as if he were caressing a lover. "The perfect vessel I created with my own hands has finally matured."
As he spoke, the ground of the Hall of a Thousand Machines collapsed with a thunderous roar, revealing a Bronze array beneath it, a massive diagram with a diameter of a thousand feet—an enlarged version of the crumbling temple floor pattern!
"You are the original Puppet Master?!" Master suddenly realized something, his golden pupils constricting sharply. "The so-called backlash of the Heavenly Dao back then..."
"It was I who separated the duality of light and darkness," the Old Village Chief smiled, his skin beginning to peel away in flakes to reveal a Bronze-colored body beneath. "Each reincarnation served as nourishment until this body could withstand the 'power from beyond.'"
Xuan Yang suddenly recalled the murals on the walls of the crumbling temple—those figures ensnared in webs were not depictions of ancestral sacrifices but rather the remains of generations of light and dark Puppet Masters!
"Why now?" Qu Si Yang suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with metallic resonance. Half of her body had already turned to Bronze, yet her shadow power was purer than ever.
The Old Village Chief (or perhaps he should be called the Bronze Sovereign) grinned widely, his mouth stretching to his ears: "Because the Spider Mother is about to awaken."
He raised his staff towards the sky. Where the clouds parted, there loomed a spider phantom that covered much of the sky, each limb entwined with chains resembling starry rivers.
[The True Enemy]
"Do you think the Shadows are the enemy?" The Bronze Sovereign suddenly burst into a wild laugh, a sound like thunder that reverberated through the air, deafening and causing Xuan Yang's eardrums to buzz painfully, even drawing blood from his ears.
"That is merely the excrement of the Spider Mother!" The voice of the Bronze Sovereign echoed throughout the space, laced with disdain and contempt. "For three thousand years, I have continuously created Light and Dark Puppet Masters, just to prepare for Her awakening..."
However, before the words could finish, the Bronze Sovereign's body suddenly froze as if struck by a binding spell.
A sharp tip of a Bronze sword slowly emerged from His chest, etched with intricate spider patterns.
And gripping that sword was none other than Xuan Yin! At this moment, Xuan Yin's flesh had completely rotted away, leaving only a skeleton behind, yet He laughed maniacally as if sanity had abandoned Him.
"You old fool... Did you think you were the only one using others?" Xuan Yin's voice trembled, revealing an indescribable madness. "I knew exactly what you were plotting, which is why I allowed you to control me, only to deliver a fatal blow at the crucial moment!"
What terrified Xuan Yang even more was that he realized the fusion power between him and Qu Si Yang was flowing through the Bronze Sovereign's body, continuously streaming towards the ethereal figure of the Spider Mother in the sky!
"So we were all sacrifices..." Xuan Yang's face turned pale as he forced a desperate smile. "But the Puppet Sect has always had its final means."
At that moment, the entire Thousand Machine Hall began to tremble violently, as if it were about to be swallowed by an immense force.
Then, the hall started to sink slowly, revealing nine gigantic Bronze coffins rising from the ground.
As the lids exploded open, Xuan Yang saw lying inside them nine figures that looked exactly like himself!
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