54: Chapter 54 Sima Yan: The world is devoid of justice; I am willing to fall into darkness and become a devil!

The expansion of the four poles was complete.

All living beings on the land were shocked and terrified, unable to fathom what had just happened for a moment.

"Water sources, the little sun, and the little moon, derive and expand!"

As Jiang Jin's thought fell once more, basins submerged in water and several streams with high flow rates appeared in the newly created 900,000 square meters of desert.

Meanwhile, the diameters of the little sun and little moon in the sky expanded again, each reaching 4 meters.

After finishing this, Jiang Jin saw that there were still Origin points remaining, so he evolved them all into Spiritual Qi, totaling 250,000 strands.

With a wave of his hand, the massive cluster of Spiritual Qi before him entered the world's energy circulation cycle, boosting the magnitude of the Transcendent revival by more than four times!

"The diameter of the Origin Continent before me has exceeded one kilometer; it is time to set the world's rules!"

Jiang Jin's figure stood in the sky, completely invisible to the living beings on the continent.

He pondered for a moment, and soon had an idea.

"From now on, the total amount of Origin points obtained by the Origin Continent will be divided into ten parts. Five parts will be used for continent expansion. One part will be used for the evolution of life's necessities such as air and water resources. Another part will be used for the growth of the little sun and little moon. The remaining two parts will be used for the corresponding evolution of the Spirit Energy Factor."

"As for the last part... store it away for emergencies."

Under the blessing of the [Authority of Creation], this will and thought were quickly inscribed into the rules of the world's operation, becoming the basic development direction of the Origin Continent.

Then, Jiang Jin's figure descended onto the continent to observe the growth of the living beings up close before his consciousness returned to the real world.

His life level was about to reach a [F+ Grade]. Although the path ahead had already been paved by many Destined Ones and the native beings of the Origin Continent, he did not need to rush the Breakthrough. He would wait until they had verified that there were no lingering issues, then he would naturally break through and enter the new realm.

"The first batch of Transcendent on Blue Star is about to be born."

"The Origin Continent has expanded again and is sufficient to carry the addition of many Destined Ones. In that case, let's increase their number..."

Jiang Jin opened his eyes from the recliner and whispered to himself: "I can take a bigger step this time. Let's select 10,000 people and send them the 'Destined One Trial Invitation'."

However, this time, he did not forget Lin Ruohan, Zhou Guanying, Liu Jie, Lin Shaoyong, and the others.

Before long, based on the big data simulation and inference of the Temple of Destiny's operating core, 10,000 Blue Star humans who met the requirements became the second batch of Destined Ones to enter the Origin Continent.

... ... Evening. The sky was somewhat dim. Anwan Province, Xuancheng City.

In a dilapidated alley far from the city center, a thin nineteen-year-old youth was passing by, carrying some vegetables and snacks.

"Oh my, isn't this Sima Yan? How do you still have money to buy snacks?"

Suddenly, four Yellow-Haired Punks, half-naked and covered in large tattoos, walked out of the dim alley.

The Yellow-Haired Punk, wearing loafers and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, unscrupulously approached the thin youth "Sima Yan" and mocked him again: "You still haven't paid the tribute money to us brothers this month. When do you plan to hand it over?"

"I don't have any money on me right now. I'll scrape together 500 yuan in a few days and give it to you."

Sima Yan said these indifferent words with a calm expression, as if he had become accustomed to the behavior of these four people.

"What—?" "Still need a few days?!" "You have money to eat, so why don't you have money to pay tribute to us brothers?"

Upon hearing this, the Yellow-Haired Punk flew into a rage and spat the burning cigarette butt from his mouth directly onto Sima Yan's face.

With a hiss, the cigarette butt scorched Sima Yan's face, sending up a wisp of smoke, and a red, swollen blister quickly appeared on his skin.

Strangely, although Sima Yan could have dodged, he simply stood there, letting the cigarette butt burn his face.

"Gulp!" The Yellow-Haired Punk's throat bobbed, and his expression turned slightly dazed. It was meant to be just a scare tactic, but this kid really didn't dodge?

"Heh, how come I only just realized you're such a tough guy?" "Weren't you timid as a mouse and obedient as a dog back in school? How have you changed after not seeing you for a few days?"

Seeing Sima Yan's sinister gaze fixed on him, the Yellow-Haired Punk couldn't help but feel uneasy, using harsh words to alleviate the inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Snap—!" "Kid, what are you staring at? Brother Huang is asking you a question!"

A delinquent behind him, clearly not understanding the situation, stepped forward and slapped Sima Yan hard, cursing with disdain.

"Since this world lacks justice, then I am willing to fall into darkness and become... a devil that strikes fear and terror into others!"

As if he didn't feel the pain, Sima Yan raised his head to look at the dim, dark sky, and uttered a chilling, eerie sentence.

"Damn, stop acting all mysterious. If you're a devil, then I'm the ancestor of devils!"

The delinquent, seemingly addicted to slapping, raised his hand again to strike Sima Yan's face.

Crunch! A bizarre scene occurred. Just as the delinquent was about to get close, Sima Yan's palm, as if by magic, instantly and firmly clamped onto his neck!

"Cough, cough—let... let go!" The delinquent tried to pry Sima Yan's arm away, only to discover that this guy had astonishing strength!

It was like a steel clamp, making it impossible for his neck to move, and he could only choke out a few slurred words with a flushed face.

"Kid! What are you doing?" "Let Xiaohui go quickly, or we won't be polite!"

Seeing this, the leading Yellow-Haired Punk finally panicked. Just as he was about to throw a punch at Sima Yan, the result—Crack! A crisp, loud sound left the Yellow-Haired Punk frozen in place, his face full of horror!

"... His neck is broken?" "—Murder! Murder!" "Sima Yan has gone crazy! This guy actually killed someone!" "Run, hurry!"

The two delinquents behind reacted instantly, shouted a few times in fear, and turned to flee with trembling legs.

The Yellow-Haired Punk didn't dare to step forward either, scrambling away on all fours as he tried to escape.

"Heh heh—want to run?" "Too late!" Sima Yan's eyes were slightly scarlet; the sensation of killing for the first time fascinated him, and a bloodthirsty sound like that of a beast emanated from his throat.

With a swoosh, Sima Yan violently hurled the dead body with the crushed neck. Boom! It was as if a giant boulder had been smashed out, directly slamming the Yellow-Haired Punk to the ground!

Immediately after, a wicked smile curled the corners of Sima Yan's mouth. He swept his gaze over the other two running ahead, bent his legs slightly, and his figure shot out abruptly!

"Brother! No, Grandpa!" "Grandpa, I was wrong. I beg you, be the bigger person, don't kill me! I haven't lived enough..."

The two knelt on the cold stone bricks, begging Sima Yan for mercy with trembling lips.

But just as they were about to speak again, they saw Sima Yan casually pry a dark brick from the ground, looking like a Grim Reaper from Hell coming to harvest their lives.

"Grandpa, don't! We really know we were wrong!" "You can't kill us, or you'll be executed—executed!" "Grandpa, we were wrong!"

The two delinquents were crying with tears streaming down their faces, terrified out of their wits, and had already lost control of their bladders, leaving a puddle of foul-smelling liquid on the ground.