A wisp of dark demonic flame gathered at Qin He's fingertip. Its flickering light gradually dispelled the last trace of confusion in his eyes.
His earlier, hasty descent into demonhood had granted him immense demonic energy, but it was mixed with far too many savage impurities from the depths of the Demon Abyss. Even his outer Demon Shell occasionally rippled faintly, showing signs of instability.
He knew that if he forced himself to cultivate the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art on such an impure foundation, he would not only struggle to advance a single inch, but might also suffer a backlash from the art and fall beyond all hope of redemption.
"Rumble!"
Without hesitation, Qin He slammed his palm toward the exit of the Cave Dwelling. Huge rocks shattered, and dust filled the air. Over a hundred li of passage collapsed with the impact, sealing off his way in completely. Even if an enemy launched a fierce assault, he would have enough time to respond.
"Disperse!"
Then he focused his will. The surging demonic essence in his dantian abruptly stopped before rushing backward like an ebbing tide, carrying strands of black malevolent energy as he forcibly stripped it out through his meridians.
Wherever the demonic energy passed, frost coated the rubble on the ground, and the surrounding temperature plunged. There was no pain in Qin He's expression, only absolute concentration as he sought to expel every last trace of impurity.
This dispersal lasted three full days.
The oppressive aura of the Divine Bridge Realm collapsed first, followed by the dissipation of his Dao Palace Realm demonic power. When his aura fell to the Wheel Sea Realm, he paused to examine his meridians carefully. Most of the filth was gone, but a barely perceptible stain still lingered deep within his dantian.
Without hesitation,