Qin He slowly opened his eyes. The last glimmer of demonic light vanished from their depths like a stone sinking into a deep pool, leaving no trace.
The black demonic aura swirling around him receded like the tide, and even the lingering chill in the air faded somewhat.
He raised a hand and brushed his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch; the bone-piercing cold he had felt upon becoming demonic had vanished completely.
The resentment and killing intent that had once surged ceaselessly within his heart seemed to have been washed clean by clear water, leaving only a stillness bordering on emptiness.
"This Demon Shell actually has such miraculous effects..." he murmured, his fingertips curling unconsciously.
No one had ever walked this path before. Qin He had not been certain it would work; he had acted on a flash of intuition, driven by circumstances. Never had he imagined the results would be so good.
He gathered his thoughts and, out of habit, examined himself internally, intending to check his condition now that the Demon Shell had stabilized.
Yet one look made his breath catch and his pupils contract sharply.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, the Armpit Space that should have been there had vanished without a trace.
Never mind the pills, spirit herbs, and numerous magical artifacts stored inside—he could not sense even the faintest fluctuation that an opened space should have possessed. It was as though there had never been anything there but emptiness.
Qin He's heart tightened, and he immediately turned his attention to his dantian and the Mud Palace Pill.
His dantian was utterly empty.
The blood energy and true essence that had once surged and circulated within it had all dissipated. Even the most basic vortex, which sustained the foundation of his cultivation,