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After the deafening explosion, smoke and dust spread like a frenzy, obscuring the sky and reducing visibility to a pitiful level.
Xuan Yang felt as if he had been violently thrown out by an invisible hand, like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. His insides felt as if they had shifted, causing him to grimace in pain, as if his very bones were about to fall apart.
"Cough, cough..." He coughed violently, the dust irritating his throat, scratching it like a cat's claws, making it difficult for him to breathe. He felt as though he was on the verge of suffocation.
Struggling to get up, the world before him was a blur, filled with swirling dust and debris, resembling a scene from a disaster movie. His ears buzzed as if hundreds of flies were holding a meeting inside his head, making it impossible for him to hear anything clearly.
"Si Yang! Lu Zhiyuan!" He shouted with all his might, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, laced with an unmistakable hint of fear.
However, all he received in response was an empty echo that reverberated through the desolate ruins, adding to the sense of desolation.
A heavy feeling settled in his heart, an ominous premonition slithering up like a venomous snake, sending chills throughout his body.
Could it be... Si Yang and Senior Lu had been captured by those shadowy forces? No way! That would be a huge problem!
He stumbled forward, each step extraordinarily difficult, as if he were walking on blades instead of solid ground. A slight misstep could lead to bloodshed, causing him to gasp in pain.
Suddenly, he felt the ground give way beneath him, and he plummeted downward like a weight.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed in shock as his body uncontrollably fell faster and faster, as if plunging into an endless abyss. It felt like riding an unprotected drop tower, sending shivers down his spine.
He tightly shut his eyes, his heart pounding like thunder as he awaited the arrival of death, his mind blank.
However, the anticipated sharp pain never came; he didn't even feel himself hit the ground.
He felt as if he had fallen into a warm embrace, like a baby returning to its mother's womb—safe and comfortable. This sensation made his taut nerves relax instantly.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a familiar face. The face, weathered by time, still radiated a sense of resilience.
"Lu Zhiyuan... Senior?" he asked, unable to believe his eyes, his tone laced with doubt as if he were dreaming.
Lu Zhiyuan smiled faintly and said, "Child, are you alright?" His voice remained kind, yet it carried an almost imperceptible weariness, as if he had endured several long nights.
It was then that Xuan Yang noticed Lu Zhiyuan's pale complexion, as if he had just been painted white. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had been injured—and not lightly.
"Are you... are you okay?" Xuan Yang asked with concern, feeling a pang of guilt.
Lu Zhiyuan waved his hand dismissively and replied, "I'm fine. Just a minor injury; it's nothing serious." He spoke lightly, as if it were merely a surface wound.
He paused for a moment before continuing, "The Shadow forces have already been repelled by me, but..." His tone suddenly grew grave, and a flicker of worry crossed his eyes, as if he were contemplating something troubling.
"But what?" Xuan Yang pressed on, an ominous feeling rising within him as if something bad was about to happen.
Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and said, "The Shadow is not dead; he escaped—slipped away like an eel, faster than anyone else."
"What?!" Xuan Yang exclaimed in shock, his eyes nearly bulging out. He could hardly believe that the Shadow had managed to escape under Lu Zhiyuan's watch. It seemed utterly unbelievable.
He had witnessed Lu Zhiyuan's strength firsthand; it was formidable. Even if the entire Shadow force had come out in full force, they would hardly be his match. This was simply a case of overwhelming superiority.
So, how did the Shadow manage to escape? There must be something fishy about it!
"The Shadow's strength is even greater than I imagined, and..." Lu Zhiyuan hesitated, a complex look flashing in his eyes, as if he were torn about whether to reveal the truth.
"And what?" Xuan Yang pressed on, sensing that Lu Zhiyuan was hiding something significant from him.
After a moment of hesitation, Lu Zhiyuan finally said, "I suspect that there is some connection between the Shadow and the Puppet Master; they might be working together!"
"What?!" Xuan Yang was once again shocked. He never expected that the Shadow would have ties to the Puppet Master; it was more bizarre than any soap opera plot!
What on earth is going on? This world is just too crazy!
Lu Zhiyuan sighed and said, "Kid, I know you have many questions—your mind must be filled with them—but now is not the time for explanations; it would be too complicated."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "You must quickly merge with the heart of the Puppet Master. Only then will you have enough power to confront the Shadow and protect yourself and those around you."
Xuan Yang nodded. He knew Lu Zhiyuan was right; this was not the time to get caught up in these issues. The priority was to enhance his own strength.
He needed to merge with the heart of the Puppet Master as soon as possible; only then could he protect himself and those he cared about in this dangerous world.
"Where is the heart of the Puppet Master?" he asked, his tone laced with urgency.
Lu Zhiyuan pointed ahead and said, "Right there. Do you see that glowing spot?"
Following the direction of Lu Zhiyuan's finger, Xuan Yang saw a massive cave ahead, radiating a dazzling light. The colors were vibrant and gem-like, as if some mysterious energy was swirling within, beckoning him closer.
"Go on, my child. Your destiny awaits you. Don't hesitate; just do it!" Lu Zhiyuan said, his tone filled with anticipation, reminiscent of a father watching his child prepare for battle.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath to calm himself and then stepped forward, walking steadily towards the cave, each step firm and resolute.
He had no idea what awaited him inside the cave—whether it was fortune or misfortune, opportunity or challenge. But he knew he had to face it; this was his fate, and there was no escaping it.
For he understood that his destiny was now tightly intertwined with the Puppet Master, and a life-and-death struggle between them was inevitable.
As he walked toward the cave, his figure gradually faded into the light, leaving behind a solitary silhouette that moved slowly through the mist, growing smaller and smaller until it vanished completely.
The shadow had escaped, possibly linked to the Puppet Master. What could this mean?
What kind of earth-shattering conspiracy lay hidden behind this? Would Xuan Yang successfully merge with the heart of the Puppet Master?
Could he defeat the shadow and overcome the Puppet Master?
What secrets were concealed deep within the cave?
All of this remained unknown, waiting for Xuan Yang to explore and discover.
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