Inside the Darkness Temple, it was deathly silent.
Lin Langtian lowered his head and looked at the Darkness Origin Bead in his palm. The fist-sized Black Bead lay quietly there, countless fine runes slowly flowing across its surface as it gave off a deep, pure dark light.
He could sense that the dark energy contained within the bead had formed some wondrous resonance with the Darkness Demonic Talisman within his body, as if the two had originally been one.
Or rather, the Darkness Origin Bead was the higher form of the Darkness Demonic Talisman, the Ancient Black Emperor's origin supreme treasure.
"It worked." The corners of Lin Langtian's mouth lifted slightly as he put the Darkness Origin Bead into his robes.
"Kid, hand it over!"
A cold, sinister voice suddenly rang out, like a Viper's Tongue, carrying undisguised greed and Killing Intent.
An Cang!
The Second Elder of the Dark Spirit Clan stood with his hands behind his back, his hunched figure looking especially eerie in the dim light.
His twin pupils, pitch-black as ink and without any whites, were fixed firmly on the Darkness Origin Bead in Lin Langtian's robes, his eyes filled with greed and burning desire. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, forming a cruel arc.
"Young man, the Black Emperor's inheritance is not something you can enjoy alone." An Cang slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.
"Hand over the Darkness Origin Bead, and old man can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."
He did not continue, but the threat within his words was already more than obvious.
Lin Langtian looked at him, his expression calm as water, and said indifferently, "Otherwise what?"
An Cang sneered and stepped forward. Dark spiritual energy began to surge around him, and a terrifying