Meanwhile, within Qin He's sea of qi, the Demonic Cloud Millstone's rotation abruptly accelerated. What its grinding teeth crushed was no longer pure demonic essence, but currents of gold and black mingled with the Source-Birth Law.
Those currents surged through his meridians into every limb and bone. Wherever they passed, faint golden patterns appeared on the meridian walls—the beginnings of law inscriptions.
"Humm!"
The bluestone meditation cushion at the center of the cave abode suddenly shattered. Instead of scattering, the fragments were suspended in midair by an invisible force field, slowly crumbling into powder.
The air around Qin He began to warp. The once-stable concealment formation rippled like a punctured water bubble, then dissipated completely.
Most astonishing of all was the manifestation of the laws.
Pale golden threads of light seeped from his pores, weaving a translucent cocoon over his skin.
Three utterly different patterns flowed across the cocoon: lightning patterns coiled like horned dragons, wind patterns drifted like delicate feathers, and spatial patterns formed tiny silver specks, like stars scattered across paper.
After fusing with the Source-Birth Law, he had stirred the three laws of lightning, wind, and space. Though they were not pure, they carried the crushing pressure of a superior order.
The fluorescent moss in the cracks suddenly erupted with dazzling green light, climbing the rock walls and weaving a vast star chart across the ceiling of the cave abode. Its center aligned precisely with the crown of Qin He's head, and countless threads of light descended from it, connecting to the law cocoon covering his body.
"Rumble!"
A muffled peal of thunder suddenly sounded outside the cave abode. It came not from the sky, but from within Qin He.
The demonic essence within him completed its transformation. The once-pure black demonic clouds took on a pale