Qianye sat down in Linken’s seat and pulled open the drawers. The upper three were filled with her personal items, which was fairly normal. But when he opened the lower three, a black radiance spread out from within. There was no mistaking it; it was black light and not mist. The entire room was plunged into darkness when the drawers were dragged open. Even people with Nightvision would lose their powers before this strange, light-absorbing demonic energy. In Qianye’s vision, however, every drawer seemed to be filled with a black sun that stung the eyes.

Even someone of his experience couldn’t help but gasp.

The demonkin’s origin power would produce external phenomena at a certain level which, in the eyes of other races, would take the form of a black mist. The stronger the origin power, the thicker the mist. A genius like Eden would be shrouded in mist when he channeled his origin power.

Those at a higher level of cultivation would see their origin power turn into a special form of light. Only demonkin at the duke...