Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Chapter 246: The Black-Gold Demonic Seed

Amidst the eerie black light, a figure hovered, surrounded by swirling demonic energy that poured from his form. The Demonic Spirit Elder, hands clasped behind his back, watched the dark shape within the light, an approving smile crossing his aged face. Although the elder was unsure how Lin Langtian had withstood his powerful attack, it was clear that the young man held some unusual secrets—especially that strange black-gold radiance, which even the ancient elder could not fully understand.

Nevertheless, the Demonic Spirit Elder sensed that this young man might be the only one capable of inheriting his full legacy.

As the elder observed, a deep, almost primal roar emerged from the black aura. Though the sound was clearly Lin Langtian's, there was an unusual power resonating within it, adding a strange echo to his voice.

"Has he already grasped the core of the Demonic Seed technique? In my own time, it took me nearly a century of isolation to reach that point…" the elder murmured in awe as he watched Lin Langtian enter a focused state.

Meanwhile, Lin Langtian, now cloaked in swirling black mist, was astonished at the transformation within his body.

"So, this is the Demonic Seed?" he muttered to himself, realizing that the reason the elder could wield the power of the foreign Demonic Tribe was due to the demonic seed he had cultivated within himself. With the Demonic Seed, one could control vast, powerful demonic energy.

A new clarity dawned on Lin Langtian. In his memories from the previous timeline, he recalled that the Yuan Gate had been secretly corrupted by the influence of the Demonic Tribe. Many high-ranking elders and core disciples bore these Demonic Seeds, which allowed them to wield demonic power—but they were also bound to the demonic entities who controlled the seeds, often with disastrous consequences.

The Demonic Spirit Elder's method, however, was different. His technique for cultivating the Demonic Seed was entirely self-sustained and carried none of the side effects that enslaved the mind. It was worlds apart from the forced, twisted method of the Yuan Gate's demonic seeds.

With this revelation, Lin Langtian couldn't help but respect the elder's mastery. The elder was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime talent—someone who, had he lived in the vast Great Thousand World, would surely have achieved legendary status.

Inside Lin Langtian's dantian, an enormous surge of demonic energy poured in, its spectral sound echoing like a hellish chorus, stirring up terrifying waves. The scene within his dantian looked apocalyptic, as if signaling the end of all things.

Watching this from within, Lin Langtian's expression grew grave. His once serene dantian had taken on streaks of disturbing, alien colors—the result of the relentless encroachment of the demonic energy.

The contrast was stark. The demonic energy was visibly at odds with his own inner power, which was only natural. After all, the foreign Demonic Tribe and humanity had been sworn enemies, their power systems incompatible. Attempting to harmonize these forces within a single vessel would be no small feat.

Lin Langtian's gaze hardened. He already anticipated the trouble that lay ahead.

The demonic energy continued to flood his dantian, an onslaught so fierce that it was rapidly encroaching on his inner world, filling the once-stable space with thick, black miasma.

Instinctively, his own Nine Nether Flame energy rose to retaliate. Although the invading demonic energy was potent, Lin Langtian's refined Nether energy wasn't easily overwhelmed. The two energies clashed repeatedly, neither one yielding.

With the elder's guidance echoing in his mind, Lin Langtian carefully worked to meld the two forces, attempting to establish a precarious balance. Only by integrating the demonic energy into his existing force could he hope to seize control of it and form the elusive Demonic Seed.

And so, time passed. Ten full days were consumed in this struggle.

Over these ten days, the demonic energy continued its steady expansion, spreading within his dantian. By the tenth day, it occupied nearly half of his inner world. But finally, the expansion began to stall. Lin Langtian's Nether energy had stabilized, holding its ground with unyielding resolve and refusing to allow the demonic energy any further.

As Lin Langtian observed, his dantian was now starkly divided—one side bathed in Nether blue, the other shrouded in foreboding black. Each side represented a separate force, drawing an unmistakable line through his inner world.

Between the two forces, a turbulent zone remained, where the Nine Nether flames and demonic energy clashed relentlessly, sparks flaring as they collided.

Staring at this sharply divided scene, Lin Langtian frowned. Although each force held its ground, merging them into a unified Demonic Seed would not be easy. Should he lose control for even a moment, the resulting backlash could destroy him.

Yet, merging these forces by brute strength alone seemed impossible. If forced, the outcome would likely be the shattering of his dantian—a consequence he couldn't afford.

"Since merging them is beyond reach, perhaps the answer lies in managing them separately," he thought aloud, his brows knit in concentration. "But for that, I'll need something to bridge these two powers—something that can serve as a buffer to help them coexist."

The solution was clear. By establishing a link that would command the respect of both energies, he could prevent conflict, achieving the delicate balance necessary for the powers to coexist within him.

With both forces—his Netherfire-infused energy and the demonic energy—vying within his dantian, Lin Langtian pondered what might serve to suppress these two "tigers." Although Spirit Aunt was powerful, her influence wasn't suited to this situation. What method could he employ?

In his reflection, his gaze fixed on the black flames and the dense demonic aura spiraling within his core. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed in realization. If there was anything capable of suppressing these forces, it was undoubtedly the powerful relic within his dantian—his greatest asset.

A slight smile crept across Lin Langtian's face. With a flick of his hands and a series of complex hand seals, a resonant hum echoed from within, and a massive, mysterious mirror appeared above his dantian, casting an imposing shadow across the turbulent energies.

It was the Golden Spirit Mirror.

The Golden Spirit Mirror, a possible relic of the revered Saint Clan, was Lin Langtian's ultimate trump card. Although he couldn't yet tap into its full potential, he was confident that it was more than capable of controlling the demonic energy currently seething within his dantian.

Without hesitation, he pointed a finger at the mirror. The reflective surface shone with a black-gold light that descended in a wide beam, positioning itself squarely between the opposing forces.

Instantly, the black-gold glow intensified, running along the boundary between the two energies like a barrier. The once-clashing forces recoiled from each other, gradually subsiding and ceasing their wild surges. The Golden Spirit Mirror had effectively quelled the storm, establishing a clear divide within the dantian.

Lin Langtian, watching the now-subdued forces, couldn't hide his surprise and excitement. He hadn't expected the mirror's suppression to be so effective.

With the demonic energy finally restrained, Lin Langtian shifted his focus. Following the steps outlined for cultivating the Demonic Seed, he steadied his breathing and began channeling energy through a series of controlled hand seals.

The demonic energy suddenly surged outward, coursing through his body, wrapping itself around his limbs and bones. Bit by bit, Lin Langtian infused a portion of his inner energy with the demonic aura, integrating it into his power.

The energy he utilized wasn't his Netherfire-infused energy but rather his regular energy, as he aimed to transform it into Demonic Energy. His goal was to replicate his earlier process of fusing with the Netherfire, this time assimilating the demonic aura as his own.

As the forces combined, a ghostly wailing echoed within, and Lin Langtian felt his energy become dark and cold, corrupted by the demonic presence. With grit and focus, he circulated this darkened energy through his meridians, enduring intense, burning pain that forced his entire body to tremble.

For what felt like an eternity, Lin Langtian endured this excruciating process, his teeth clenched as he forced his energy through the painful loop over and over.

Finally, as the first day neared its end, a single thread of energy had endured the corrosive power of the demonic aura. Having survived the cycle, it returned to his dantian. Lin Langtian's spirit stirred with excitement as he observed this newly transformed energy strand. It was darker, colder, and seemed as though it had emerged from the deepest depths of a demonic abyss.

Within this thread, he discerned a faint yet unmistakable demonic glow—the essence of the Demonic Spirit.

At Lin Langtian's mental command, this newly forged demonic energy responded without hostility. This was his power now, fully assimilated into his being.

Though still faint and small, Lin Langtian sensed that this darkened energy far surpassed the quality of his previous energy—even equaling the potency of his Nine Nether Energy. This was the strength of his new path, marked by the indomitable Demonic Seed.

The destructive and deadly power of his transformed energy had increased significantly. With the initial successful fusion of this new energy, Lin Langtian's training progressed more naturally, although the unrelenting pain continued to bombard his nerves, causing his body to tremble. Over the course of two days, the demonic-infused energy within him steadily grew more powerful, though full mastery remained out of reach.

To complete his control over this demonic energy, he needed to take one last step: forming the Demonic Seed. Only by forming this seed within his body could the energy take root and fully become his own.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Langtian braced himself. Following the method from the Demon Elder's teachings, he began forming intricate hand seals.

Around him, wisps of demonic energy surged, gathering toward his chest, where they began to compress. Under his focused compression, the chaotic energy within him slowly started to coalesce into the shape of a seed. Yet this was no easy feat, and as Lin Langtian compressed the demonic energy further, time stretched onward.

One day… five days… a month… until, finally, after two months, a small black seed, about the size of a pea, had taken shape in his chest. At the moment the seed was about to stabilize, a black-gold light unexpectedly surged from the Golden Spirit Mirror and flowed into the seed. With this light absorbed, the once-black seed began to transform, shifting to a mysterious, noble black-gold hue. The sinister, dark energy the seed once emanated now carried a profound aura of mystery.

At last, with the formation of the black-gold Demonic Seed complete, Lin Langtian opened his eyes, which had been shut for two months.

A thin mist of dark fog began drifting from his body, filling the air with an eerie hum that echoed in the surrounding space. As Lin Langtian raised his head, a shimmer of black-gold reflected deep within his pupils, exuding an indescribable air of mystery.

In a burst of energy, his aura intensified with astonishing force. Wind howled within the hall, causing his robes to flutter wildly, and shrouded by thick, rising black mist, Lin Langtian appeared like a dark god newly descended.

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