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Xuan Yang supported Qu Si Yang as they stumbled along the narrow path leading to the Village Outskirts, their steps unsteady.
He turned back to gaze at the village that had once felt so familiar. Now, this land felt like an enormous cage, trapping him and suffocating him.
“Xuan Yang, are we really leaving here?” Qu Si Yang asked softly, her voice laced with a mix of reluctance and confusion about the unknown, like a flickering candle flame swaying in the wind.
Xuan Yang did not respond; he simply tightened his grip on her hand. His eyes were filled with determination, as steadfast as a rock.
He understood that they had to leave this place, this heart-wrenching land filled with betrayal and deceit, just as birds must escape the forest ensnared by hunters.
Suddenly, an ancient and mysterious voice echoed in their ears, ethereal like a whisper in a valley: “Young ones, where are you headed?”
Both Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang jumped in surprise, their hair standing on end. They quickly turned around, their hearts racing.
They saw an old man in a gray robe who had appeared behind them without a sound, 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 carried both mystery and kindness. “I am the guardian of your family.”
Xuan Yang's heart skipped a beat. The guardian of the family? He had never heard of such a title; it felt like a stone thrown into the calm lake of his mind, creating ripples of confusion.
“Guardian?” Qu Si Yang asked in bewilderment, her face reflecting her puzzlement. “When did our family have a guardian?”
“Always,” Xuan Qing said meaningfully, his voice rich with the weight of time. “You just didn’t know.”
Xuan Yang looked at Xuan Qing, his heart filled with questions as if shrouded in mist. He had no idea who this suddenly appearing old man was or what his intentions might be.
“What do you want from us?” Xuan Yang asked cautiously.
“I’m 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 a glance, both seeing a hint of confusion and uncertainty in each other's eyes. They could not comprehend what this mysterious elder was trying to convey.
"The bright future?" Xuan Yang asked, "What do you mean?"
Xuan Qing remained silent, extending his right hand and gently sweeping it through the air, like a skilled painter wielding his brush.
A luminous screen appeared before them, revealing two starkly different futures, like two parallel worlds showcasing completely divergent life paths.
In the first future, Xuan Yang had fully awakened the power of the Puppet Master. He stood as an invincible general, leading the village towards prosperity. 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 Puppet Heart. He became like an enraged beast, destroying the entire village. The villagers suffered heavy casualties; ruins lay scattered everywhere, and amidst the debris echoed cries of despair that reverberated like thunder. The scene resembled a 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 before them. They were left speechless for a long time.
They never imagined that such a vast difference could exist in their futures—one a paradise, the other a hell—and that it all hinged on Xuan Yang himself.
"Both futures are possible," Xuan Qing's voice was low and hoarse, echoing in their ears like an ancient bell. "Everything depends on your choice; one thought leads to heaven, another to hell."
Xuan Yang gazed at the version of himself that brought destruction in one of the futures, 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 wished 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 from view like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace as if he had never been there at all. Only Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang remained standing in place, staring at each other in bewilderment.
They stood there for what felt like an eternity, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, their minds blank.
"Xuan Yang, what should we do?" Qu Si Yang asked, her voice tinged with helplessness and confusion, like a lost fawn wandering through a forest.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath, determination filling his gaze. He knew they could not linger 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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