Wang Mang slowly refined the black speck of light, which looked no larger than three faint points. It was the source Dark Matter of Darkness, the condensed Origin Power within dark beings.
Though there were only three points of Dark Matter, they contained terrifying energy—enough to let the darkness annihilate a cultivator at the quasi-sage level. The power of darkness clashed with the spiritual energy within cultivators of the Three Realms. This clash was unlike the opposition of yin and yang: when the two forces met, they annihilated each other, and the stronger swallowed the weaker.
Once he refined this Origin Dark Matter, he would be able to leave the Platform of Investiture and even refine it into his own life-bound treasure. Dark Matter was now scarce in the world, and it existed only in the depths of Heaven and Earth. It could be condensed only through treasures like the Platform of Investiture.
Wang Mang's soul consciousness kept rising and falling, wrapped in a layer of black aura. His soul screamed in agony and twisted as if it were being grievously injured.
Although Wang Mang had comprehended the Darkness Law, the resentful thoughts condensed within his body into soul consciousness; they were not true Dark Energy. The three or four points of Dark Energy he was refining now had been condensed by the Dark God, who controlled the Darkness Law, from the essence of an entire quasi-sage Savage Beast. The process of fusing with it was unbearably painful.
What made it worse was that his true form was a Black Python that had only just attained the Golden Immortal level in the Earth Immortal Realm. The Soul Power he had condensed before clashed with the energy he was devouring now. But Wang Mang knew that if he could refine this