133: Chapter 133 The Origin of the Black Qi System

Lin Long's consciousness wandered through the newborn small world, the ground beneath his feet still carrying the warmth of condensed laws.

He looked down at his palm—there, a faint wisp of black qi hovered, something he had stripped from deep within the rock layers while reshaping the mountains and rivers just now.

This wisp of black qi carried a bone-chilling cold, feeling like ice to the touch, and within it were countless fragmented wails—the echoes of malice absorbed over the past two years.

"It's still too conspicuous after all," he murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping across the distant horizon.

In the original Dark Kingdom, the rivers were congealed blood, the riverbeds were paved with pale bones, the mountains were piled high with layers of skulls, and even the sky held two blood-suns emitting a metallic scent of gore.

The world back then was the manifestation of malice, a form deliberately maintained to quickly condense the world's origin. But now, the small world had undergone a metamorphosis. As the Master of the World, he needed a more 'stable' framework—at least, on the surface, it needed to look like a place where people could live in peace.

With a slight thought, the entire world began to emit a low hum.

The rivers flowing with blood suddenly surged with giant waves. Under the influence of the laws, the crimson liquid rapidly evaporated and purified. Those floating severed limbs turned into specks of starlight and dissipated, while the skeletons on the riverbed melted into fine silt.

In just a moment, a crystal-clear river meandered across the plains. The water reflected the drifting clouds in the sky, and one could even see a few fish condensed from spiritual energy frolicking in the water.

The bone mountains in the distance were also undergoing a massive transformation.

The jagged skull-like mountain masses melted away like ice and snow, replaced by grey-brown rock and soil. The power of the laws turned into invisible hands, pulling spiritual veins from deep within the crust into the interior of the mountains.

In an instant, thousands of ancient trees burst from the rock crevices, their trunks growing frantically. Emerald leaves blotted out the sun, vines hung from cliffs like waterfalls, and several brilliantly feathered birds even flew out from the woods, letting out crisp chirps.

Lin Long raised his hand with a beckoning motion, and the blood-sun emitting red light in the sky fell into his palm like a meteor.

This blood-sun was heavier than expected, its surface flowing with viscous blood qi. It was scalding to the touch, sealing within it the countless violent energies bred in wars.

His fingertips brushed across the surface of the blood-sun, feeling that destructive energy almost struggling to break free from its shackles, and he frowned slightly.

"Keeping you around is indeed a nuisance."

He flicked his finger, and the other sun emitting yellow light, the 'Sun of Greed,' instantly dimmed, turning into a streak of light that merged into the horizon, becoming one with the original light source.

In an instant, a warm golden sun hung in the sky. Sunlight spilled over the land, carrying a gentle breath of life, and even the flowers and grass in the woods stretched their leaves.

Having done all this, Lin Long looked at the blood-sun in his palm and the black qi stripped from the rivers and mountains, falling into deep thought.

These things were 'impurities' filtered out during the world's metamorphosis, yet they were also the essence condensed from countless negative energies.

The violent energy in the blood-sun and the spiteful thoughts in the black qi would slowly seep into the newborn world if left unchecked, polluting the newly stabilized laws.

But it would be a waste to simply annihilate them—though these energies were chaotic, they contained extremely strong attributes of 'Destruction' and 'Reincarnation'.

"Release them?" He shook his head.

If he threw this black qi into the kexue world, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That world already had constant murders due to the 'Conan Constitution,' accumulating a lot of latent resentment. Once ignited by this pure malice, it would likely spawn countless ghosts and monsters instantly, which ordinary people would have no way to resist.

At that point, the entire world would become a living hell. While it could provide more malicious energy, it would disrupt his plan of 'slow erosion.'

Just then, his gaze fell upon the land beneath his feet, and a flash of realization crossed his eyes.

"Since I can't release it, I'll just 'hide' it in another place."

Lin Long formed hand seals, chanting the newly comprehended laws of space in a low voice.

The earth suddenly shook violently, and a pitch-black fissure opened deep in the crust. The power of the laws extended and expanded along the fissure, finally opening an independent dimensional space between the small world's core and its surface.

This space had no light, only endless darkness. Its edges were surrounded by distorted spatial barriers, completely isolating it from the main world.

He gently tossed the blood-sun in his palm. It turned into a red light, hovering in the 'sky' of the dimensional space, emitting a faint red glow that just happened to illuminate this patch of darkness.

Immediately after, the stripped black qi surged into the dimensional space like a tide, beginning to churn and condense under the illumination of the blood-sun.

"Li—"

The first wisp of black qi condensed into a pitch-black crow with glowing green eyes. Then, skeletons crawled up from the darkness, piecing themselves together into hideous skeleton soldiers. Deeper in, 'wraiths' condensed from pure resentment wandered, emitting hair-raising whispers.

Lin Long looked at these 'products' breeding in the darkness, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Slaughter, resentment, death... these are inherently part of reincarnation."

He said softly, "Since you like the darkness, then 'develop' well here."

He flicked a finger, and a law rune flew into the dimensional space, turning into an invisible shackle. It both restricted the power of these ghosts and guided them to evolve according to the rule of 'survival of the fittest.'

As time passed, more powerful spirits and ghosts would be born here, and it might even nurture 'Ghost Gods' who govern death.

"When the time is right in the future, I'll build the framework for the Underworld here and set up reincarnation channels..."

Lin Long stroked his chin, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

At that time, this dimensional space would become the 'Yin World' of the small world, forming a complete reincarnation system with the 'Yang World' on the surface.

The living would multiply in the Yang World, while the souls of the dead would receive judgment and reincarnation in the Yin World. The laws of the entire world would be more closed-loop, and stability would be greatly enhanced.

Just as he was planning the blueprint for the 'Underworld,' a slight tremor came from the depths of his consciousness.

Lin Long's gaze fell on the core of the small world—there, a mass of purple-gold light-flame was hovering quietly, and in the center of the flame, a Black Lotus pedestal was slowly rotating.

The Black Lotus was pitch black all over, its surface wreathed in complex Dao patterns. It was the true form of the 'Black Qi System' that had accompanied him for over two years.

It wasn't until he became the Master of the World that he truly saw the origin of this so-called system.

Countless streams of information emerged in his consciousness: the prehistoric battlefield at the dawn of chaos, where the Demon Ancestor Rahu held the Black Lotus of Destruction to fight Hongjun for the authority of the Heavenly Dao. Ultimately, the Black Lotus was shattered, and a single lotus seed carrying a wisp of origin power escaped into the void. After drifting for countless eons, just as it was about to dissipate, it sensed the aura related to the 'Azure Lotus of Creation' in his soul (a bloodline mark he had accidentally obtained before transmigrating). Thus, it pulled him into this malice-filled kexue world to restore itself by absorbing black qi and malice.

"So that's how it is..." Lin Long suddenly realized.

This lotus seed hadn't actively chosen him; it was a 'go-with-the-flow' action driven by survival instinct.

It needed a vessel that could carry its own power, and he happened to possess the Azure Lotus bloodline.

It needed an environment filled with malice to recover, and the serial murders and organizational conflicts of the kexue world provided the most suitable 'nutrients.'

And two years ago, due to his state of mind, Lin Long had coincidentally allowed this lotus seed to successfully recognize him as its master.

Then, over the course of two years, the black qi absorbed by the lotus seed not only restored it from the brink of dissipation but also successfully evolved it into the 'Grade Six Black Lotus.'

The reason he could open a small world based on the Black Lotus was precisely because of the resonance between the Azure Lotus bloodline and the Black Lotus origin—the Azure Lotus of Creation inherently contained 'Creation' power, while the Black Lotus of Destruction contained 'Destruction and Reshaping' power. The combination of the two allowed his Dark Kingdom to break through its limits and transform into an independent small world.

"Now, you've become the 'World-Suppressing Treasure' of this realm," Lin Long whispered to the Black Lotus at the core.

The Grade Six Black Lotus seemed to understand his words, vibrating slightly and flashing with a soft light.

It was no longer a simple 'system' but an origin artifact deeply bound to this small world. It could both suppress the world's stability and continue to absorb external malicious energy to nourish the world's growth.

Lin Long stretched, withdrawing his consciousness from the dimensional space and refocusing on the brand-new small world.

The sun was bright, ancient trees reached for the sky, the rivers were clear, and birds gathered in flocks.

Although a gloomy 'Underworld' was hidden in its depths, at least on the surface, this place already looked like a 'paradise' where people could live in peace.

"Next, it's time to bring Sonoko and the others over."

He smiled and raised his hand. A spatial rift opened before him, and on the other end was the Mouri family's living room—

Suzuki Sonoko was sitting on the sofa complaining about "how Lin Long has disappeared again," Mouri Ran was gently coaxing her from the side, and Mouri Kogoro was holding a wine bottle, already half-drunk.

Lin Long's consciousness turned into a streak of light, passing through the spatial rift, ready to give them a 'surprise.'

As for the still-developing 'Underworld' and the erosion plan for the kexue world, they could all be put aside for a moment.

After all, after becoming the eternal and indestructible Heavenly Dao, the thing he lacked least was time.