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Xuan Yang's eyes suddenly widened, flickering with a chaotic black flame that seemed to leap and dance. The flames resembled two torches from the depths of a dark abyss, ready to consume all in their path.
At that moment, he felt an unprecedented surge of power coursing through his body, wild and searing, like a massive volcano on the verge of eruption, with molten lava raging through his veins.
This power symbolized his entry into the Shadow Sovereign Realm, and it was also the fiery wrath of revenge burning fiercely within him, relentless and unyielding.
"Who is it?" Xuan Yang growled in a low voice, his tone gravelly and laced with a hint of ferocity akin to that of a wild beast.
His gaze swept through every corner of the dilapidated temple like two blazing torches, straining to uncover the enemy lurking in the depths of darkness.
Though the presence of that unfamiliar shadow was faint, it was disturbingly clear, clinging to him like maggots on bone, driving Xuan Yang into a state of extreme agitation and unease. Damn it! Who dares to spy on me in such secrecy?
"Show yourself!" With this roar, Xuan Yang's voice echoed like thunder within the crumbling temple, resonating powerfully. The sheer volume and intensity caused loose stones from the already precarious walls to tumble down.
The stones fell as if terrified, clattering to the ground and raising clouds of dust.
At that moment, a wisp of barely perceptible black mist began to gather silently in the air. It floated like a ghost, shifting unpredictably—sometimes coalescing into a mass and at other times dispersing—making it difficult to discern its true form.
Gradually, this black mist began to reveal a vague human silhouette. The figure appeared eerie and distorted, as if being forcibly stretched by an invisible force, entirely unlike any normal human shape.
Then, a chilling voice emerged from the mist: "Hehe, such keen perception! No wonder you are the renowned Puppet Master.
To detect my presence so swiftly—I must admit I underestimated you; you are far more troublesome than I anticipated..." The voice slithered out like a hidden snake's tongue, cold and malevolent, filled with mockery and derision. Just hearing it sent shivers down one’s spine.
As the mist dissipated, a man clad in a black cloak with a pale face materialized before Xuan Yang. He was tall and slender but exuded an aura of dread. His sharp eyes gleamed like those of a hawk, radiating danger as if they could pierce through one's soul.
"Who are you?" Xuan Yang's gaze was piercing as he fixed his attention on this suddenly appearing stranger. His muscles tensed up as he entered a state of high alert, resembling a poised leopard ready to pounce. The man stood tall in his flowing black robe that billowed with the wind, adding an air of mystery.
Upon hearing Xuan Yang's question, the man's lips curled slightly into a cold smile. He slowly raised his head; his gaze was like an unfathomable abyss that sent chills down one's spine at just one glance. Then he spoke in a deep and raspy voice: "Lord of Shadows."
The four words struck Xuan Yang like a thunderclap, causing his heart to skip a beat. He was not unfamiliar with the name "Shadow." He had heard various legends about this mysterious organization from Village Chief.
It was said that the Shadow organization had long been eyeing their village, attempting to seize the powerful forces it possessed. These individuals were like a pack of hungry wolves, constantly lurking around the weak sheep, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Moreover, the members of the Shadow organization were elusive and ruthless, making them difficult to defend against. What was even more terrifying was that no matter how many blows they suffered or how many times they were hunted down, they seemed as indestructible as cockroaches, always able to rise from the ashes and continue to pose threats and disasters to the village.
Thinking of this, Xuan Yang couldn't help but gasp, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"What do you want?" Xuan Yang asked in a low voice, his tone laced with hostility, like a powder keg ready to explode.
"Of course, I came to witness the legendary Puppet Master," the Shadow replied with a light laugh, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, like a starving ghost eyeing food. "I am very interested in your power. I’ve heard you can control Puppet Master. If such power could be mine..."
Xuan Yang sneered inwardly; he knew the Shadow's intentions were far from good, but he was not afraid. He had awakened the power of Shadow Sovereign Realm, giving him the means to fight back. How dare you try to steal my power? Dream on!
"Then let's see what you've got," Xuan Yang scoffed coldly, dark energy gathering in his hand and forming into a black longsword. The blade flowed with black flames, resembling a demonic sword from hell.
A flicker of surprise crossed the Shadow's eyes; he clearly did not expect Xuan Yang to have awakened such powerful abilities. Yet he did not retreat; instead, he became even more excited, like a bloodthirsty beast catching the scent of blood.
"Good! Now this is interesting," Lord of Shadows licked his lips, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty gleam as if he had spotted prey and could hardly wait to tear it apart.
With a wave of his hands, the shadows around them seemed to come alive, twisting and transforming into grotesque monsters that surged toward Xuan Yang, like an overwhelming tide.
Xuan Yang stood fearless, wielding his black longsword as he engaged in fierce combat with the shadows. The clash of sword shadows and energy created a thunderous roar within the dilapidated temple, echoing like thunder and lightning.
Xuan Yang’s attacks were fierce and swift; each strike carried destructive power, akin to an unstoppable storm. The Shadow was agile and cunning, using shadows for both offense and defense, moving like a ghost and making it difficult for Xuan Yang to pin him down.
The battle raged on for quite some time; both sides exhausted vast amounts of energy, sweat soaking their clothes. Although Xuan Yang had awakened the power of Shadow Sovereign Realm, his lack of combat experience began to show as he gradually fell behind, his breathing becoming increasingly labored.
The Shadow's attacks grew fiercer and more relentless, like an unending storm. Xuan Yang’s defenses became increasingly strained, akin to a small boat tossed about by wind and rain, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
At that moment, Xuan Yang suddenly felt the familiar yet strange shadowy aura within him reemerge, stronger than before, surging like a tidal wave that nearly overwhelmed him.
A thought struck him—could this aura be related to the shadows?
He turned sharply, gazing deep into the ruins of the temple, his eyes piercing through the darkness.
There, a vague and indistinct shadow seemed to seep from the void, gradually revealing a silhouette that was both familiar and elusive. This figure emanated a mysterious aura akin to shadows, drifting like a ghost, its movements unpredictable and hard to grasp.
"It’s you!" Xuan Yang exclaimed involuntarily, shock etched across his face as he recognized the sudden appearance before him. That face, that form... it was unmistakably...
His own shadow! Or perhaps it could be called another version of himself!
The shadow slowly raised its head with a graceful yet deliberate motion, and instantly, a face identical to Xuan Yang's appeared before everyone. However, the expression on that face was entirely different—the Dual Eyes glowed with a chilling light colder than the night itself, reminiscent of deep, frigid waters; the corners of its mouth curled into an evil and seductive smile, like a demon from the underworld that sent shivers down one’s spine.
"Long time no see, my true self," the shadow spoke softly. Its voice was eerily similar to Xuan Yang's but carried an indescribable raspy quality, akin to the harsh sound of metal scraping against metal, sending chills throughout his body.
Xuan Yang was filled with shock and confusion; he had no idea what this shadow was or why it had appeared here. What was happening?
"Who... exactly are you?" Xuan Yang widened his Dual Eyes in terror as he stared at the shadow before him, his body trembling involuntarily as if every nerve was consumed by fear. At that moment, he felt as though he had plunged into an abyss of ice; an overwhelming cold surged from his heart, spreading throughout his body and rendering him nearly immobile.
"I am you, and I am a part of you," the shadow chuckled lightly, its voice floating clearly into Xuan Yang's ears.
This laughter seemed to carry an eerie magic that lingered in Xuan Yang's mind. "I am the darkness that has long been hidden deep within you; I am also the source of boundless power that can be bestowed upon you." As the shadow spoke these words, its laughter echoed like an incantation in Xuan Yang's mind, causing his head to throb painfully.
"Nonsense!" Xuan Yang could no longer suppress his anger and fear; he shouted at the shadow, "How could such an evil and terrifying existence lie within me!" Yet his shout felt feeble at that moment, unable to shake the shadow even slightly.
"Hahaha, you still refuse to see the truth," the shadow replied again, this time with a tone laced with mockery as if a high-and-mighty demon were looking down upon insignificant ants below. "Do you really not realize that every time you wield that mysterious and powerful Shadow Puppet ability, it is I who is manipulating it from behind?" The shadow paused briefly before continuing in an enticing tone: "If you are willing to accept my existence and merge with me, you will gain unimaginable power—enough to dominate the entire world..."
The shadow stood silently to one side like a silent statue; however, its sharp gaze remained fixed on the unfolding scene before it.
His Dual Eyes sparkled with excitement, much like an experienced hunter who had finally witnessed his carefully laid trap successfully capture the long-coveted prey. The joy bubbling from the depths of his gaze was almost overwhelming.
"It seems a spectacular show is about to begin!" the Shadow whispered softly, as if confiding his anticipation to the empty air around him.
At the same time, a sinister and eerie smile crept across his lips, resembling a highly venomous snake poised to strike, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine at just a glance.
Outside the dilapidated temple, the once clear sky suddenly turned dark and ominous. Thick, heavy black clouds swirled like a pack of raging beasts, rolling violently across the horizon.
Accompanied by deafening thunderclaps, dazzling bolts of lightning sliced through the sky, illuminating the world in a stark white glare.
A fierce wind howled at that moment, like a ferocious beast trampling everything in its path.
This scene resembled the apocalypse descending upon the earth, enveloping everything in a suffocating tension that hinted at an even greater crisis looming on the horizon.
Amidst this chaotic backdrop, a figure quietly emerged. This figure bore an uncanny resemblance to Xuan Yang, as if carved from the same mold.
However, despite the striking similarity in appearance, everyone could sense an unusual aura emanating from this mysterious shadow, making it difficult to grasp its true nature.
What unexpected changes and disasters would this doppelgänger of Xuan Yang bring to this tranquil village?
Perhaps only time would reveal the answer… At this moment, the village faced its second crisis, merely revealing the tip of the iceberg.
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