Yang Kai Long ripped his sword from the earth. His face was devoid of mercy, set in a stone-cold vow. Locking eyes with the Grand Elder, his voice cut through the cavern: "Today, your path ends."
The Grand Elder unleashed a skin-crawling laugh and detonated his surrounding puppets in a single gesture. Torrents of blood surged skyward, pulled irresistibly into his form. Within the mist, thousands of trapped souls shrieked, their agony rattling the cavern walls.
Instantly, a towering Blood-Colored Demonic Dharma Body coalesced behind him. The crimson monstrosity spewed vile demonic energy from every pore, its surface a writhing mass of anguished, twisting faces.
Ye Fang, Wang Mai, and Wang Ling recoiled, choked by the suffocating stench of malice and death. Below, Murong Yun and Shi Mao white-knuckled their hilts.
"How many innocents did this monster slaughter?" Shi Mao roared. "Even hell has no place for him!"
Fury flushed the faces of Commander Zheng and Captain Luo. "He's a plague, not a man! Eradicate him today, or countless more homes will burn!"
Watching the tormented souls, Yang Kai Long's fury erupted like a long-dormant volcano. He slammed his palm against the 3rd Seal on his chest.
"Shatter!"
CRACK!
Reality froze. A blinding burst of golden, divine light shattered the crimson darkness. As his aura expanded, a majestic Divine-Demonic Draconic Dharma Body materialized behind him. This was no ordinary manifestation; it was the ultimate convergence of gods and supreme demons—a ten-armed titan that made the entire secret domain tremble.
The entity bore five faces, each radiating a distinct, absolute power:
The Central Face (Golden): Emitted the pure, blinding wrath of a deity.
The Second Face (Deep Purple): Wore a cruel smile, crackling with destructive demonic energy.
The Third Face (White): Calm and fathomless, embodying the infinite depth of the White Dragon Martial Soul.
The Fourth Face (Deep Blue): Raged with violent, crackling blue lightning.
The Fifth Face (Light Golden-White): Roared with the absolute, destructive speed of thunder.
Its ten arms grasped the fundamental laws of the universe. One primary hand wielded the Giant Dragon Breathing Sword—now wrapped in a coiling, lightning-fast dragon of gold and deep purple that fractured the very fabric of space with every ripple.
The Grand Elder's blood-fueled arrogance vanished. His smile died. Before Yang Kai Long's new form, his entire demonic arsenal felt as insignificant as a candle flame before a tempest.
Yang Kai Long locked his ten hands into a complex mudra. His voice boomed, a layered, divine echo: "Today, you pay for every drop of blood."
Watching the shockwaves reshape the battlefield, Ye Fang stood stunned. This battle transcended the comprehension of ordinary cultivators.
"System!" Ye Fang called out in his mind, awe-struck. "Is this the true power of the God-Demon Rebirth Pill? If I knew it would make him this invincible, I..."
The Little System's blue aura shimmered, its usual cold tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"Host, focus," the System replied. "The pill was merely a catalyst for his latent potential. Yang Kai Long's dominance stems from his absolute Martial Will—he didn't just accept the power; he completely mastered and assimilated it."
Greed flickered in Ye Fang's mind. "Then... if I consume it, will I become just as powerful? Can I crush enemies like this Elder?"
The System chuckled lightly. "Host, your ambition is vast, but your understanding is shallow. The God-Demon Rebirth Pill reshapes 'ordinary' cultivators into primordial beings. But you? You already possess the God-Demon Physique and God-Demon Meridians. You are the very source of that energy."
The System clarified, "For you, this pill is nothing but a glorified healing potion to replenish spent energy. But for ordinary cultivators? It is a heaven-defying blessing."
Remembering the Elder's terrified screams, Ye Fang pressed further, "But the Elder called it a 'Forbidden Pill.' Won't there be a severe backlash? Will Yang Kai Long pay a price later?"
This time, the Little System's voice carried an icy pride.
"Host, what nonsense are you spouting?" the System snapped. "Do you truly believe an ignorant insect who sold his soul could comprehend the rewards of the System? His screams are born of pure fear."
It emphasized, "The System creates no flawed rewards. My God-Demon Rebirth Pill carries zero backlash; it is a pure gift. That Elder is a slave to his own garbage forbidden techniques, burning his lifespan for cheap power. He is merely projecting his own pathetic limitations onto divine grace."
Ye Fang let out a long breath, the tension leaving his shoulders. "So, it's completely safe."
"Host," the System's voice turned frigidly confident, "as long as I am with you, harm is an impossibility. Now, watch how your 'Main Character' dismantles this insect."
On the battlefield, the Divine-Demonic Draconic Dharma Body leveled the Giant Dragon Breathing Sword. As its absolute pressure crushed the Elder's bloody aura, Ye Fang finally realized—the System's rewards are never subpar.