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The deafening roar subsided, and the dust swirled like a frenzy, enveloping everything in a thick shroud that obscured the sun and reduced visibility to a pitiful level.
Xuan Yang felt as if he had been violently hurled away by an invisible hand, like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground. His insides felt displaced, causing him to grimace in pain, as if his very bones were about to crumble.
"Cough, cough..." He coughed violently, the dust irritating his throat like the scratching of claws, making it difficult to breathe. He felt on the verge of suffocation.
Struggling to rise, the world before him was a blur, filled with swirling dust and debris, resembling a scene from a disaster movie. A buzzing noise filled his ears, 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 strength, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, tinged with an unmistakable fear.
However, all he received in response was an empty echo that reverberated through the desolate ruins, adding to the sense of despair.
A chill gripped his heart as an ominous premonition slithered through him like a venomous snake, leaving him feeling cold all over.
Could it be... that Si Yang and Senior Lu had been captured by those bastards from Shadow Force? No way! That would spell trouble!
He staggered forward, each step proving excruciatingly difficult, as if he were walking on blades instead of solid ground. With every misstep, he felt the sting of pain that made him gasp.
Suddenly, he felt the ground give way beneath him, and he plummeted downwards like a weight.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed in shock as his body fell uncontrollably faster and faster, as if plunging into an endless abyss. The sensation was akin to riding a free-fall drop tower without safety measures—thrilling yet terrifying.
He tightly shut his eyes, his heart pounding like thunder as he awaited death's arrival, his mind blank.
Yet, the anticipated agony 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 tense nerves relax instantly.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and a familiar face came into view. The face, weathered by time, still radiated a sense of determination.
"Lu Zhiyuan... Senior?" he said, somewhat incredulously, with a hint of doubt in his voice, as if he were dreaming.
Lu Zhiyuan smiled gently and said, "Child, are you alright?" His voice remained kind but 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 coated in white paint. There was also a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had been injured—and quite severely at that.
"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; it's just a minor injury. It’s nothing serious." He spoke lightly, as if it were merely a scrape.
He paused for a moment before continuing, "The Shadow Force has already been repelled by me, but..." His tone suddenly turned serious, and a flicker of worry crossed his eyes as if he were contemplating something troubling.
"But what?" Xuan Yang pressed on, an ominous premonition rising within him, as if something bad were about to happen.
Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and said, "The shadow hasn’t been killed; it 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 from Lu Zhiyuan's grasp; it seemed utterly unbelievable.
He had witnessed Lu Zhiyuan's strength firsthand—it was formidable. Even if the entire Shadow Force came at him, they would hardly stand a chance against him. This was simply a case of overwhelming power.
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 struggling with whether or not to reveal the truth.
"And what?" Xuan Yang pressed, sensing that Lu Zhiyuan was hiding something important 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 shocked again. 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 and a head full of doubts, 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 Puppet Heart. 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; now was not the time to dwell on these issues. The urgent task was to enhance his own strength.
He needed to merge with the Puppet Heart as soon as possible; only then could he protect himself and those he cared about in this dangerous world.
"Where is the Puppet Heart?" he asked, his tone tinged with urgency.
Lu Zhiyuan pointed ahead and said, "It's 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. It was colorful, resembling gems, as if some mysterious energy was surging within. It felt as though something was calling to him, urging him to draw closer.
"Go on, my child. Your destiny awaits you. Don't hesitate; just do it!" Lu Zhiyuan said, his tone filled with anticipation, like a father watching his child prepare for battle.
Xuan Yang took a deep breath to calm himself and then stepped forward, walking steadily and purposefully toward the cave. Each step was firm and resolute.
He had no idea what awaited him inside the cave—whether it was fortune or misfortune, opportunity or challenge. But he understood that he had to confront it; this was his fate, and there was no escaping it.
For he knew 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 succeed in merging with the Puppet Heart?
Could he defeat the shadow and overcome the Puppet Master?
What secrets were concealed deep within the cave?
All of this remained uncertain, waiting for Xuan Yang to explore and discover.
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