Original energy surged into his body like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
It rushed along his meridians, blood vessels, and bones, washing through every corner of his body.
Power.
Power in its purest form.
It had no attributes, no impurities—only the most primordial, fundamental energy that formed the deepest foundation of this world.
A humming sound came from within his body.
It echoed above the hill, making even the air tremble.
Kagome stood behind him, covering her ears as her face turned pale.
"Chiyo... what's wrong?"
Chiyo did not answer.
That energy was too powerful. In an instant, it had pushed his body to its limit.
His meridians expanded, his bones strengthened, his muscles tore apart and reformed, while his Demonic Power core swelled and compressed.
With every breath, his aura rose another level.
With every heartbeat, his power doubled.
Chiyo gritted his teeth and forcibly controlled the energy circulating within him.
He guided it downward, compressing and refining it layer by layer.
Silver-white light seeped out from beneath his skin.
It was as cold and pure as moonlight.
The light flowed over his body, forming intricate patterns that spread from his chest to his limbs, then from his limbs across his entire body.
Kagome covered her mouth as she watched Chiyo change.
His hair was growing longer.
His white hair fell from his waist to his knees, from his knees to his ankles, fluttering in the night wind like a silver-white banner.
Chiyo closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into his body.
A crack.
A tiny, nearly invisible crack had appeared within his Demonic Power core.
Something stirred inside it.
It was... rules.
The instant Chiyo's consciousness touched the crack, a flood of information poured into his mind.
Like a flood breaking through a dam, like lightning tearing apart