Inside the Darkness Temple, there was a deathly silence.
Lin Langtian lowered his head and looked at the Dark Source Pearl in his palm. The fist-sized black pearl lay quietly there, countless fine runes slowly flowing across its surface as it gave off a deep and pure dark radiance.
He could sense that the dark energy contained within the pearl had formed some wondrous resonance with the Darkness Demon Talisman inside his body, as if the two had originally been one.
Or rather, the Dark Source Pearl was a higher form of the Darkness Demon Talisman—the Ancient Black Emperor's origin supreme treasure.
"It's done." The corners of Lin Langtian's mouth lifted slightly as he tucked the Dark Source Pearl away.
"Boy, hand it over!"
An icy voice suddenly rang out, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, carrying undisguised greed and killing intent.
An Cang!
This Second Elder of the Dark Spirit Clan stood with his hands behind his back, his hunched figure looking especially sinister in the dim light.
His pair of pitch-black eyes, black as ink and without any whites, were fixed on the Dark Source Pearl in Lin Langtian's robes. They were filled with greed and burning desire. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a cruel curve.
"Young man, the Black Emperor's inheritance is not something you can enjoy alone," An Cang said slowly, his voice hoarse, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.
"Hand over the Dark Source Pearl, and this old man can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."
He did not continue, but the threat in his words could not have been clearer.
Lin Langtian looked at him, his expression calm as still water, and said indifferently, "Otherwise what?"
An Cang sneered and stepped forward. Dark Spiritual Power began to surge around