28: Chapter 28: Ninth in the entire province! Creating the Black and White Impermanence!

Su Bai stood at the world core, feeling the vibrant vitality emanating from the Mycelium Deep Forest.

Over twenty thousand Mushroom People produced twenty points of Power Of Faith daily.

Though it wasn't much, it meant the Netherworld World had finally entered its second stage.

The prototype of a self-sustaining cycle.

Just then, a slight vibration came from the world mark on his wrist.

With a thought, Su Bai exited the Netherworld and opened his eyes.

On the nightstand, that pitch-black metal plaque was slightly heating up, with lines of small golden characters appearing on its surface.

[heavenly pride list Rankings Updated]

[Your Current Ranking: 9th in Qinglin Province]

[Ranking Change: ↑20]

[Notification: You have entered the provincial top ten]

Su Bai stared at those lines for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Ninth place.

Without realizing it, his Netherworld World had already broken into the provincial top ten.

He recalled the Qinglin Province heavenly pride list he had seen before.

First place, Lin Canglan, Sword Dao World, Rank 4.

Second place, Murong Xue, ice phoenix world, Rank 4.

Third place, Chu Tiange, War Demon World, Rank 4.

Fourth to eighth place were also Rank 4.

Only he had broken into the ninth spot with a Rank 3 world.

What did this mean?

It meant that although his world level was one rank lower than those ahead of him, its comprehensive score had already surpassed half of the Rank 4 worlds.

The evaluation criteria included not just world rank, but also civilization potential, hero quality, development speed, and combat record.

And his Netherworld World lacked none of these.

Just then, the metal plaque vibrated again.

This time it wasn't a heavenly pride list notification, but a private message.

[Sender: Old Principal]

[Content: Come to my office.]

Su Bai put away the metal plaque, stood up, and pushed the door open to leave.

The Old Principal's office was on the top floor of the administration building.

When Su Bai entered, the old man was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking at the night view outside.

Hearing the door open, the Old Principal turned around with a kind smile on his face.

"You're here?"

Su Bai nodded and walked over to the sofa to sit down.

The Old Principal sat down opposite him, not in a hurry to speak, but simply observing the young man before him carefully.

After a moment, he smiled slightly.

"Ninth in the province."

"A Rank 3 world breaking into the provincial top ten, surpassing at least a dozen Rank 4 worlds."

"In the eighty years since Qingshi No. 1 Middle School was founded, you are the first."

Su Bai's expression remained calm, showing no signs of pride from these words of praise.

The Old Principal saw this, and the appreciation in his eyes grew even stronger.

He took a palm-sized black box from a drawer, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it toward Su Bai.

"A small token from the school."

Su Bai looked down and reached out to open the lid.

Inside the box, ten thumb-sized transparent crystals lay side by side.

faith crystals.

Each one could provide a hundred points of faith value.

On the market, one cost a hundred thousand federal credits, and they were often unavailable even if one had the money; ordinary people couldn't buy them at all.

Ten of them were worth a million federal credits.

Su Bai looked up at the Old Principal.

The old man's smile remained kind, as if he hadn't just given away a million credits, but a simple bag of snacks.

"Take it."

He waved his hand, his tone casual.

"You've earned it. Ninth in the province—if the school didn't show some appreciation, it would be a joke if word got out."

Su Bai was silent for two seconds before closing the lid and tucking the box into his robe.

"Thank you, Principal."

The Old Principal nodded and said nothing more, merely patting him on the shoulder.

"Go on."

Su Bai stood up, bowed slightly, turned, and walked out.

Behind him, the Old Principal's gaze lingered on that thin back for a long time.

By the time he returned to the dormitory, the night was deep.

Su Bai locked the door, drew the curtains, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He took out the black box and opened it.

The ten faith crystals lay quietly in the box, emitting a faint, eerie glow in the darkness.

Su Bai picked one up and held it in his palm.

A warm sensation radiated from his palm as pure energy flowed through his meridians into his body, surging into the world core.

[Power Of Faith +100]

One after another.

[Power Of Faith +100]

[Power Of Faith +100]

All ten were completely absorbed.

Su Bai closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the world core.

[Current Power Of Faith: 1611 (611+1000)]

One thousand six hundred and eleven points.

It was enough.

Su Bai was in no hurry to create; instead, he thought quietly for a few seconds.

What stage was his Netherworld World currently in?

The first stage: pure investment, relying on plundering and purchasing to feed the world.

He had already passed this stage. From the initial Yaksha Realm to the later Crimson Blood Realm, and then the Mushroom People's world—plundering and devouring all the way, using the bones of his enemies to feed his own world.

The second stage: self-circulation, where the population produces resources to feed back into the system.

The Mushroom civilization was the catalyst for entering this stage. Although twenty points of Power Of Faith a day wasn't much, it was the first time his world had started producing its own Power Of Faith. As the Mushroom civilization developed, this number would only grow.

The third stage: overflow type, where surplus resources are sold externally, and the world becomes a money-printing machine.

That was still very far off.

The Mushroom People were not the protagonists.

They were merely the catalyst for the Netherworld to enter the second stage.

The true third stage would have to wait until the Netherworld was formally established.

When Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Meng Po, the Judges, and the Ten Kings of Hell all stepped out from the Yin Qi.

When the Netherworld became a truly complete system.

Only then would Power Of Faith be generated continuously, so much that it couldn't be used up, so much that it could be sold to the outside world.

Only then would the Netherworld World become a true money-printing machine.

Su Bai pulled back his thoughts, his gaze falling on the number 1611.

First, create Black and White Impermanence.

He closed his eyes and began to outline those two figures in his mind.

White Impermanence, Xie Bian: always smiling, wearing a tall white hat with the words 'Fortune at First Sight' written on it. He holds a funeral staff, wears a white robe, and has a soul-hooking chain hanging from his waist.

Black Impermanence, Fan Wujiu: fierce-faced, wearing a tall black hat with the words 'Peace Under Heaven' written on it. He holds a soul-locking chain, wears a black robe, and has a soul-hooking token hanging from his waist.

Dual existence, doubling their combat power.

[Power Of Faith Consumed: 1000 points]

[Created Species: Black and White Impermanence]

[Species Type: Hero Unit (Dual Existence)]

[Initial Rank: Rank 1]

[Potential Ceiling: 5-Star]

The world shuddered.

This tremor was even more violent than when the Ghost King was created.

The entire Netherworld World was trembling; those grayish-white clouds of Yin Qi were stirred as if by a category twelve hurricane, converging frantically in front of Su Bai.

The Yin Qi swirled and compressed, condensing into two massive vortices.

At the center of the vortices, two figures were taking shape.

The Ghost King abruptly looked up, a hint of gravity flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

He could feel the aura of the two figures taking shape.

They were existences on the same level as him.

The Ghost Bride floated down from mid-air, hiding behind the Ghost King and peeking out with half her head.

Sadako looked up, her long hair sliding down to reveal her pale face. In those hollow eyes, a rare trace of curiosity surfaced.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's hand tightened slightly on her scissors, but this time, she did not retreat.

The Mushroom King stood at the edge of the Mycelium Deep Forest, his purple eyes watching the direction of the two vortices as he murmured to himself:

"The Creator... is creating new kings again..."

Twenty thousand Mushroom People knelt in unison, worshipping the two figures that were taking shape.

The vortices finally dissipated.

Two figures floated quietly in mid-air.