"All right. Since I made up my mind long ago, there's no need to shrink back now that the moment's here."
Immortal King Di Cang's voice was firm and resolute, a fierce resolve glinting in his deep-set eyes.
After studying the Dark Origin Blood and its chilling aura, he reached out without a trace of hesitation, slowly drawing closer.
Di Cang's fingers trembled slightly with nerves and anticipation as he touched the Dark Origin Blood.
In an instant, cold, dark power surged through his fingertips into his body, a raging black current roaring through his meridians.
Threads of dark light flickered across his flesh like black ghosts wandering over his skin.
The light held potent restorative power. Wherever it passed, his many wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Damaged muscle grew anew like dead wood meeting spring, while broken bones crackled as they knit together, stronger than before.
At the same time, the dark light drove out the wounds left by Jiang Yun's Dao Laws.
Those laws snapped and dissolved like fragile spider silk beneath its corrosion, swept away by the dark power.
Nor was that all. The Dark Origin Blood seemed to possess a will of its own. Following some mysterious, unseen resonance, it slipped into the World-Annihilating Pearl like the shadow of a darting snake.
Inside the World-Annihilating Pearl, it began helping Immortal King Di Cang assimilate the violent Destruction Force he had struggled to control.
That force had been like an untamable beast from the Primordial Wilderness. Soothed and melded by the Dark Origin Blood, some of it grew docile and gradually merged with Immortal King Di Cang's power.
The Destruction Force inside the Realm Annihilation Pearl resisted him less. It seemed he could take the form of a Destruction Giant Dragon again.