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Xuan Yang felt a buzzing in his head, and as the world spun around him, it seemed as if his body had lost all control. The mysterious power hidden within him suddenly became wild, like a runaway horse galloping freely, recklessly crashing into the meridians throughout his body. Each impact brought excruciating pain, as if he were about to be torn apart at any moment.
"Who... who am I?" He struggled to force out these words from deep within his throat, his voice hoarse and barely recognizable. At that moment, his mind seemed to be engulfed in a terrifying storm, thoughts swirling chaotically, fragments of memory scattering like leaves in a thick fog, making it impossible to find a way out or see the path ahead.
Not far away stood the leader of the Lord of Shadows, Lu Zhiyuan, whose handsome yet slightly sinister face was adorned with an eerily strange smile. That smile resembled a snake flicking its crimson tongue—cold, evil, and filled with danger. He slowly spoke, "You are... Puppet Master, a perfect masterpiece created by my own hands."
At those words, fear wrapped around Xuan Yang's heart like icy tendrils, tightening with a speed that took his breath away. The chill spread rapidly through his veins to every limb, making his breathing quicken as if a heavy stone pressed down on his chest, almost suffocating him. Yet amidst this overwhelming fear was an inexplicable thrill coursing through him like electricity, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
Puppet Master... those four words struck like a sharp lightning bolt, cleaving through the thick fog of memories in his mind. In an instant, long-hidden secrets emerged like buried treasures revealed by light.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that dilapidated ancient temple. There had been a shadow there—mysterious and elusive—its form flickering like a ghost, impossible to grasp. The words it spoke were like venomous curses that wrapped tightly around his ears and lingered long after.
"I am the darkness deep within your heart, and I am the source of your power." The voice was raspy and low, as if whispering from the depths of a terrifying abyss, carrying an eerie magic capable of ensnaring one's mind.
Could it be... that he was indeed that chilling shadow? Was he truly the embodiment of darkness? At this thought, an indescribable chill swept over him; Xuan Yang felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss, every part of him enveloped in bone-chilling cold that made him shiver uncontrollably.
No! Absolutely not! He screamed internally. How could this be? He was merely Xuan Yang—the useless boy everyone in the village knew.
All along, the only belief that had sustained him was to become strong enough to protect his family. Therefore, no matter what happened, he could never be associated with that evil shadow!
"No!" With this shout of defiance, every muscle in Xuan Yang's body tensed up as he fought against the powerful and violent force within him like a cornered beast refusing to yield. Each struggle felt insignificant against the overwhelming tide of energy surging through him; yet he gritted his teeth and persisted because he understood that if he let down his guard for even a moment and was consumed by this terrifying power, it would lead to an irreversible fate.
He absolutely could not let that happen! He did not want to become that ghostly shadow nor turn into a cold-blooded monster devoid of emotion who only knew how to kill! In his heart were loved ones and friends he could trust deeply; there were countless things he yearned to protect with his life! So even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would never give up resisting.
However, Lu Zhiyuan watched coldly from the side and sneered. "Hmph, it's useless. Do you really think you can escape with your meager skills? How naive!" His icy and mocking gaze fixed on the struggling Xuan Yang as if he were enjoying a ridiculous farce filled with derision and contempt.
"You are destined to become Puppet Master; this is an unchangeable fact. From now on, all things in this world will be under your control, while you will merely be my pawn!" As Lu Zhiyuan spoke these words, a deep sense of despair surged over Xuan Yang like a tidal wave, swiftly engulfing him completely.
In an instant, Xuan Yang felt as if he were plunged into boundless darkness, plummeting rapidly toward an unfathomable abyss...
Just when it seemed hopeless, amidst the chaos in his mind appeared the vivid image of Qu Si Yang—a charming girl radiating warmth like a beacon in endless darkness. Her light shone weakly yet steadfastly into the darkest corners of his soul, illuminating his path forward.
That spirited and genuine girl—the one who always cared for him despite her sharp tongue—the one who made him want to dedicate his life to protecting her—Qu Si Yang! "Si Yang..." Xuan Yang murmured softly without realizing it; his voice barely audible but filled with profound emotion.
At that moment, warmth surged within him like a torrent—a golden sunlight shining brightly on a winter's day—constantly delivering endless warmth and strength that enveloped him from head to toe.
He absolutely could not choose to give up so easily! Not only did he have to do everything in his power to protect the girl before him, who had captured his heart and soul, but he also had to shoulder the immense responsibility of guarding the entire village and all those he cherished as the most precious things in his life! "I will never give up!" With this thunderous roar, Xuan Yang felt as if he had been reborn, a fierce and indomitable fighting spirit reigniting within him.
His once dull eyes now blazed with an intense fire, burning fiercely and radiating a heart-stirring brilliance.
He gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into tight fists, veins bulging on his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. He was straining with all his might to suppress the dark power raging within him, a struggle as arduous as taming a ferocious ancient beast at its wildest.
Yet even so, he showed no sign of retreat; instead, he fought back with even greater tenacity, striving to maintain the last shred of clarity in his mind. He understood all too well that if he relaxed even slightly or faltered, a terrifying fate awaited him—one from which there would be no return!
"Heh, how touching," Lu Zhiyuan said after observing for a long time with cold indifference. His handsome face was now twisted with mockery as he looked at Xuan Yang with the disdainful gaze one might reserve for a ridiculous clown putting on a desperate performance. "It's a pity that your so-called dying struggle is nothing more than a futile effort!"
He launched another attack, black energy surging toward Xuan Yang like a tidal wave, akin to a beast opening its gaping maw to devour him whole.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and fought with all his strength against it, like a lone boat navigating through a storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment. He felt his body growing weaker, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment; his consciousness was becoming increasingly hazy, as if he were sinking into a quagmire from which he could not escape.
Could it be… am I really going to lose? Am I truly going to become that monster?
At that moment, he suddenly felt a familiar power surge within him, like a gentle stream nourishing his parched heart. This power was warm and strong, dispelling the darkness that enveloped him like sunlight breaking through clouds and sweeping away the gloom in his heart.
Xuan Yang's eyes flew open, filled with hope like stars twinkling in the night sky—bright and dazzling. He saw a figure standing before him like a guardian deity, blocking Lu Zhiyuan's attack.
"Si Yang!" Xuan Yang exclaimed joyfully, like a lost lamb finding its way home, his voice brimming with excitement and gratitude.
Qu Si Yang stood there radiating brilliant light like a goddess—sacred and untouchable.
"I'm here to help you," she said with a smile, warm and inviting like a gentle spring breeze.
Xuan Yang felt an overwhelming power flood into him; his injuries healed instantly as if spring had come to withered wood, revitalizing him completely. His strength returned to its peak state, like a slumbering lion awakening—full of vigor and majesty.
"Thank you," Xuan Yang said gratefully, knowing that without Qu Si Yang, he would have been consumed by darkness long ago.
"No need to thank me," Qu Si Yang replied. "Let's defeat him together."
"Alright!" Xuan Yang nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with fighting spirit—sharp and fearless like a sword drawn from its sheath.
They fought side by side against Lu Zhiyuan like two fierce tigers launching an aggressive assault on their prey. Xuan Yang's attacks were as relentless as a storm—swift and fierce—while Qu Si Yang's defense stood firm like an unbreakable wall. Their cooperation was seamless; they moved as one entity—like the dual forces of yin and yang—balancing offense and defense perfectly.
Lu Zhiyuan felt his strength rapidly ebbing away like a receding tide, each strike he made weaker than the last. His once fierce assault now resembled an arrow that had reached the end of its flight; though the tip remained sharp, the remaining force could no longer penetrate the enemy's solid defenses.
Not only that, but his defenses had become alarmingly fragile, akin to a small fishing boat teetering in a storm, vulnerable to even the slightest wave that could capsize it in an instant.
"Damn it!" Lu Zhiyuan roared, his voice echoing through the skies like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, unwilling to accept defeat and making one last desperate stand.
In that moment, his entire body surged with energy, an overwhelming force erupting from deep within his dantian. This power was like a brilliant flash of lightning slicing through the night sky, or a dying beast letting out a desperate roar in its final moments.
However, at this critical juncture, something unexpected occurred. The Shadow Puppet, which had been lurking within him and suppressed for so long, suddenly struck back, devouring the powerful energy he had just unleashed.
The Shadow Puppet was like a venomous snake hidden in the dark, taking advantage of Lu Zhiyuan's moment of weakness to bite down hard and inject a continuous stream of deadly poison into his body.
"Ah—" With a piercing scream, Lu Zhiyuan was sent flying backward as if struck by lightning. He crashed heavily to the ground and lay there like a bird with broken wings, utterly devoid of strength to lift himself up, helplessly watching as he plummeted toward the earth.
Then came an even more terrifying scene: Lu Zhiyuan's body began to twist and contort uncontrollably. His skin ruptured inch by inch, muscles and bones gradually dissolving away as if he were a wax figure melting under intense heat.
In just a few breaths, he was reduced to a pile of ashes, scattered by the wind and vanishing without a trace, as if he had never existed in this world at all.
Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang watched this unfold with heavy hearts, feeling as though they had just experienced a harrowing battle and finally emerged victorious. They had defeated the Lord of Shadows and saved their village, protecting everything they held dear.
"We won," Qu Si Yang said with a smile, radiant like a rainbow after rain.
"Yes, we won," Xuan Yang nodded, a long-lost smile breaking across his face like sunlight breaking through clouds—warm and brilliant.
Suddenly, the dilapidated temple began to collapse around them like an impending disaster threatening to swallow them whole.
"Run!" Xuan Yang shouted as he grabbed Qu Si Yang's hand and dashed outside like a cheetah escaping danger, moving with lightning speed.
They burst out of the crumbling temple just as an earth-shattering roar echoed behind them—a sound akin to mountains collapsing. The temple fell completely apart like a destroyed castle reduced to ruins.
Standing before the wreckage, Xuan Yang and Qu Si Yang were filled with mixed emotions as they surveyed the devastation. It felt as though they had survived a cataclysmic event. They had faced life-and-death trials and ultimately emerged victorious.
Yet they had also lost so much along the way.
"What do we do next?" Qu Si Yang asked.
Xuan Yang looked at her, his eyes filled with determination.
"We will rebuild the village together."
Qu Si Yang nodded, her eyes brimming with hope.
They exchanged smiles, hand in hand, walking towards the horizon.
A new life was about to begin.
However, the Shadow Puppet within Xuan Yang did not vanish.
It lurked inside him, waiting for the next opportunity to awaken.
And Xuan Yang had no idea where his fate would lead him.
All he knew was that he had to become stronger to protect himself and those around him.
Was the Lord of Shadows truly dead?
Was Lu Zhiyuan really the leader of the Lord of Shadows?
What exactly was the Shadow Puppet within Xuan Yang?
All these mysteries remained unsolved.
And Xuan Yang's adventure was just beginning.
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