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Qu Si Yang's voice jolted Xuan Yang awake, as if a sudden realization had pulled him from the whirlpool of power he had been engulfed in.
He looked at Lu Zhiyuan, tightly bound by shadowy vines, his old face flushed and his eyes bulging as if he were a fish on the verge of suffocation.
Xuan Yang cursed himself inwardly, "Damn it, I almost went too far!" Although this Old Guy was despicable, he didn’t deserve to die. If he really did kill him, it would create a mountain of trouble. After all, he was still carrying the title of Village Chief!
He released his grip, and the Shadow Giant vanished like a bubble. The shadowy vines loosened with a rustling sound, and Lu Zhiyuan collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air, staring at Xuan Yang in shock as if he had just survived a disaster.
"Xuan Yang, you..." Lu Zhiyuan looked at Xuan Yang with a mix of emotions—fear, confusion, and perhaps... a hint of gratitude? This kid actually showed mercy?
Xuan Yang ignored the complexity in his gaze and turned to Qu Si Yang, gently wrapping his arms around her and softly saying, "It's okay now, don’t be afraid."
Qu Si Yang leaned against him, her heart still racing from the earlier events. The scene they had just witnessed left her deeply shaken; Xuan Yang's power felt both unfamiliar and awe-inspiring.
"Xuan Yang, you... what just happened..." She lifted her head to look at him, concern filling her eyes. That power seemed to come from the depths of hell itself, sending chills down her spine.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to teach him a lesson so he'd remember," Xuan Yang replied with a smile, his tone casual as if nothing had happened. Yet only he knew how shocking that power had been for him as well.
Qu Si Yang nodded but was filled with doubt. Xuan Yang's strength seemed significantly greater than before, and... he appeared somewhat different now. His Dual Eyes were deep and unfathomable like the night sky.
Lu Zhiyuan got up from the ground, rubbing his sore neck as he watched their intimate interaction with a complex expression.
This kid is truly hiding his strength!
He felt an immense relief wash over him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he recalled the harrowing moment they had just experienced. Thankfully, he had remained calm enough to restrain his impulses and not completely sever ties with Xuan Yang. Otherwise, given the latter's ruthless methods and formidable power, the consequences would have been unimaginable; he might have lost his life here without even realizing it.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he forced a smile and said to Xuan Yang, "Xuan Yang! Your strength has truly impressed this Old Man! I never expected someone so young could achieve such prowess; you are indeed formidable!"
As he spoke, he squinted and scrutinized Xuan Yang from head to toe. His gaze appeared friendly but was as sharp as that of a hawk, seemingly trying to see through this young man. However, deep within him lay a profound wariness and careful calculations.
Hearing this praise, Xuan Yang's lips curled into a slight smirk as he thought how quickly this Old Guy could change his demeanor. Just moments ago, he had been ready to kill him; now he was putting on an act of kindness and amiability—truly hypocritical! So he coldly replied, "Village Chief overstates my abilities; my meager skills are merely trivial tricks unworthy of mention." As he spoke, he deliberately turned his head away, not even sparing a glance at the elder referred to as Village Chief. His words dripped with clear disdain.
Lu Zhiyuan's mouth twitched into an awkward smile before quickly fading away. He silently turned around and stepped heavily out of the dilapidated temple. As he walked further away, his figure gradually blended into the thick darkness of the night until it completely vanished from sight.
Looking in the direction where Lu Zhiyuan had left, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Xuan Yang's eyes. He knew very well that someone like Lu Zhiyuan, the Old Guy, would not easily give up. From now on, he had to be doubly cautious in his actions. With this thought, Xuan Yang couldn't help but furrow his brow, contemplating strategies to deal with the situation.
At that moment, Qu Si Yang spoke softly beside him, "Xuan Yang, let's hurry and leave. I really don't want to stay in this eerie and frightening place any longer!" Her voice trembled slightly, clearly filled with fear and disgust for the dilapidated temple.
Xuan Yang nodded in agreement. He reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Qu Si Yang's slender waist, offering her some warmth and comfort. Together, they cautiously stepped out of the crumbling temple.
Outside the temple, the night was still as dark as ink, as if it had swallowed the entire world. A biting cold wind howled past, producing sharp and mournful sounds that resembled an Evil Spirit crying out in rage, sending chills down their spines.
The two followed a winding path strewn with rocks, making their way toward the village. Along the way, neither of them spoke; the surroundings were eerily silent, with only the sound of the wind and their footsteps intertwining, intensifying the already oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost, silently blocking their path.
"Xuan Yang." A deep voice rang out, carrying an air of authority yet laced with concern.
Xuan Yang's heart skipped a beat; that voice... it was his father! He quickly looked up at the imposing figure before him—tall and upright like a mountain, exuding an aura of mystery in the night. Confusion filled his mind; why was his father here? Could it be...
"Father, what are you..."
"Follow me." Xuan Qing interrupted him with an undeniable tone that left no room for argument.
Though filled with questions, Xuan Yang followed his father deeper into the forest. He had a vague feeling that something important was about to happen.
Qu Si Yang watched their departing figures with worry. Who exactly was Xuan Yang's father? Why had he suddenly appeared? All of this left her feeling uneasy.
In the depths of the forest lay a hidden cave, its entrance obscured by thick vines intertwined like a natural barrier that completely concealed it. If someone were to pass by carelessly, even if they were looking for it deliberately, they would find it hard to notice this cave's existence.
Inside the cave, Xuan Qing stared intently at Xuan Yang before him. His deep and sharp eyes were filled with a myriad of complex emotions—warmth akin to the gentle sun of spring mingled with a piercing worry reminiscent of a chilling autumn wind; along with a hint of bitter helplessness.
In a low voice that seemed almost stifled, Xuan Qing slowly said, "Xuan Yang... you have finally awakened." The words seemed to carry a heavy sigh as if lamenting the unpredictable nature of fate itself.
Xuan Yang was momentarily taken aback, then instinctively nodded. His mind was already filled with endless confusion. "Awakening?" he pondered silently, "What does my father mean by this? Could it be that there are secrets within me that I am unaware of?" With this thought, Xuan Yang lifted his head and gazed intently at Xuan Qing, as if seeking a definitive answer from him.
However, facing his son's searching eyes, Xuan Qing only continued to speak with a grave expression, "Xuan Yang, you must remember this: no matter who you encounter or what happens in the future, never trust what others say too easily, not even me." His tone was unusually serious, as if he were delivering a final testament. Each word that left his lips felt like a heavy burden pressing down on Xuan Yang's heart, filling him with an inexplicable sense of tension and unease.
Xuan Yang's heart skipped a beat. What did his father mean by this? A foreboding feeling rose within him, as if something terrible was about to happen.
"Father, are you… hiding something from me?" he asked urgently, sensing an ominous sign and filled with anxiety.
Xuan Qing did not respond but reached out to gently stroke Xuan Yang's face. His eyes were filled with love yet tinged with resolve.
"Child, remember my words: do not trust anyone easily, including… everyone in this village." His voice was low and somber, as if it were a call from the depths of hell; each word carried a chilling weight.
Xuan Yang looked at his father, confusion and unease swirling in his eyes. What did his father truly mean? What secrets lay hidden in this village?
Suddenly, Xuan Qing's body began to tremble violently, his complexion turning pale as if he were a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
"Father, what's wrong?" Xuan Yang asked anxiously, fear gripping his heart. He had never seen his father so weak.
Xuan Qing did not answer but pointed tremblingly toward the depths of the cave, his eyes filled with terror and despair as if he had seen something horrifying.
"There… there…"
He struggled to speak, his voice fragmented as if he had exhausted all his strength; each word seemed to be squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
Xuan Yang's heart raced with fear. What was there? Following the direction of his father's finger, he looked into the depths of the cave where darkness loomed like an Abyssal Maw, swallowing all light and sending chills down his spine.
Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind like lightning—brief yet strikingly clear.
In the vision stood a colossal figure resembling a demon god, towering and exuding a terrifying aura that made it hard to breathe.
"Be careful... the Shadows..."
Xuan Qing said with great difficulty, his voice weak, as if it could vanish at any moment. Those three words seemed to drain the last of his strength.
Shadows? What are they? Xuan Yang's heart was filled with confusion and fear; the name brought an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Suddenly, Xuan Qing's body trembled violently and then... he disappeared, like a bubble bursting in the air, leaving no trace behind.
"Father!" Xuan Yang shouted, his eyes filled with sorrow and despair. He couldn't believe that his father had vanished just like that, right before him, without a trace.
In the cave, he was left all alone, standing there like an abandoned orphan, helpless and lost.
Shadows... Shadows...
That name echoed in his mind like a spell, lingering and haunting, sending chills down his spine.
His father's warning filled him with doubt and unease. What exactly were the Shadows?
He raised his head and looked deep into the cave, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes. No matter what the Shadows were, he had to find out!
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward into the depths of the cave, disappearing into the darkness...
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