Chapter 231: Mysterious Crystal, Black Tide?

After leaving the site where the starship had crashed, Baichuan returned once more to the vault of the heavens.

After sealing off any fluctuations in the surrounding area, he curiously and carefully opened this sealed, precious chest.

As the chest was opened, a burst of vast, azure radiance instantly reflected into Baichuan's dragon eyes.

Within that radiance, a beautifully shaped, regular polygonal Crystal lay quietly inside the chest; upon closer inspection, one could seemingly see a mysterious silver (colorless?) liquid gently rippling within the Crystal.

So, just what is this thing?

Baichuan did not know; he only felt that this Crystal, in his eyes, was like a small sun, radiating astonishing energy, as though if accidentally detonated it would unleash a terrifyingly immense power.

Obviously, this is a stone containing high-energy matter!

But exactly what it was, he had no idea.

However, this thing apparently truly was of no use to him; as for energy, for one who now possessed the energies of heaven and earth of an entire planet, he truly did not lack it.

If not for the fact that the energy within this Crystal carried no aura familiar to him, he would have thought it was something he himself had produced.

Unfortunately, it was not.

Shaking his head, Baichuan did not dwell on it; without any clues, even he could not discern out of thin air what this Crystal was.

He thought for a moment, and rather than simply discarding it, he tucked it between two of his scales.

For one whose body had now reached a length of a hundred meters, if he parted his scales, even the gap between just two scales alone was enough to accommodate the size of a human being; using a space of this size to hold a basketball-sized Crystal was child's play.

Once it was secured, he once again slowly advanced toward the direction of Tiandu Feixu.

At this very moment, it happened to be the time when the sky shifted from day to night.

As the last wisp of evening glow's radiance fell upon Baichuan, night descended completely.

And at this moment, Baichuan finally witnessed a startling scene upon the distant earth below!

He saw that upon the hazy earth, one patch after another of dense, black aura slowly rose from deep within the ground.

And within this dense, black aura, Baichuan seemed to see countless shadowy figures like ghostly silhouettes appearing and disappearing; a few of those massive-aura, nearly solid black shadows could even wreak havoc upon the earth.

With the appearance of the black aura, countless giant beasts began to flee in panic, seemingly afraid of being tainted by this strange aura and those eerie black shadows.

Occasionally, some giant beasts too slow to escape, once pierced through by these black shadows, instantly had their eyes turn crimson, as though they had lost their reason and gone mad, destroying everything indiscriminately.

At this moment, looking from afar, it was as if layer upon layer of terrifying black tides had suddenly surged up from the earth.

"What is this?"

Seeing this, Baichuan was immediately startled.

Because this bizarre and peculiar sight was something he had never seen before; even though he had not investigated closely, he knew deeply that this was absolutely not a normal phenomenon.

In the old era, he had lived so long before his slumber yet had never witnessed such a situation.

And after awakening in the new era, he had previously been flying over the sea the whole time and had never seen it upon the sea surface at all.

Then, is this some peculiar new-era phenomenon unique to the land?

Baichuan was not sure, but Baichuan, who had long since regarded this world as his own, out of curiosity, directly descended once more from the clouds toward a spot of dense, black aura.

Not long after, having returned to the ground, he ignored the black shadows that lunged at him, and directly sealed off a wisp of the faint, elusive black aura, closed his eyes, and carefully investigated.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again; a great deal of faint light flickered within them — that was him borrowing his own tremendous computing power to calculate and deduce.

Half an hour later, he deeply exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes filled with gravity.

He took back his previous words; this thing existed in the old era as well, and was not a phenomenon exclusive to the new era.

Moreover, he was extremely familiar with this thing, because it was precisely the Spirit he had once deliberately collected for a period of Time when creating Juanzhu.

That's right, this is Spirit!

The Spirit accumulated after the death of living beings in the world!

It's just that compared to the various Spirit he had once collected, these Spirit were all filled with extremely violent, broken, negative consciousness.

These Spirit appeared upon the earth and became what they were now precisely because of this.

He roughly understood it as well.

His considerations back when he had elevated the world were ultimately still insufficient; the arrangements he left were too few.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that this was his first time doing something like this, with absolutely no experience, so that even though he had used his computing power to deduce countless times, the final result was ultimately still at odds with true reality.

There was only one reason for the appearance of these Spirit: as the energy between heaven and earth grew increasingly dense, the Spirit that in the old era could only exist for a brief few breaths before being scorched away by the blazing sunlight — the Spirit that had required him to use Light Point energy to preserve them — no longer needed his deliberate preservation to remain in the world indefinitely.

Because the energy between heaven and earth that could sustain these Spirit was far too abundant and dense; even though the daytime sunlight was still as harmful to them as ever, causing them to easily melt away.

Nevertheless, under the instinct of living beings to seek fortune and avoid harm, large numbers of Spirit began to hide away during the day into the dark, damp places beneath the earth, only reappearing once night fell.

Thus, these Spirit, born from the death of living beings in the world, without any means of gathering them, began to accumulate bit by bit, wandering aimlessly upon the earth of Ren Jian.

And because Spirit are, by nature, products that only appear after a living being's death, they naturally also contain within them the various negative emotions of those creatures before death — unwillingness, despair, anger, fear, and so on.

Although there were also Spirit of positive emotions, those were after all few; and negative emotions were like ink, easily polluting the clean, clear-water-like Spirit of positive emotions.

Under such circumstances, bit by bit, this bizarre scene that even startled Baichuan somewhat had been created.

What does this count as?

With no underworld existing, nothing to contain them, causing them all to wander upon the earth of Ren Jian?

Most critically, Baichuan currently could not find any way to take in these things.

If this were allowed to drag on, this thing, like a ticking time bomb, would eventually explode!

Although the harm of this thing was already extremely obvious now.

Baichuan believed that when the day of true explosion truly came, the harms before his eyes would be mere child's play.

Because he always felt that within these Spirit there was some extremely subtle sense of disharmony — that was the result of his observation from a microscopic perspective — but he could not figure out the specific situation within; it seemed to be a field he had never encountered.

Sigh~ things have become somewhat troublesome and thorny!

Having only just awakened not long ago, Baichuan discovered a super huge trouble waiting for him to handle!

Could it be that he was born with a fated life of toil?

(End of this chapter)