After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Qin He slowly opened his eyes, and the last bit of demonic light disappeared from his eyes, like a stone sinking into a deep pool, leaving no trace.

The black demonic aura surrounding his body receded like a tide, and even the remaining chill in the air faded a little.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, feeling the warm skin. The icy coldness that pierced into his bones when he was possessed by the devil had completely disappeared.

The resentment and murderous intent that had been surging in his heart seemed to have been washed away by clear water, leaving only an almost empty tranquility.

"This magic shell is so effective..." He whispered to himself, his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

This road has never been taken before. Qin He was not sure whether it would be useful, but he had a tacit understanding and was forced by the situation. He never expected that the effect would be so good.

He collected his thoughts and habitually looked inward to see how the magic shell was doing after it stabilized.

But this sight made him gasp and his pupils suddenly contract.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the armpit space that should have existed has disappeared without a trace.

Not to mention the elixirs, spiritual herbs and many magical instruments stored there, even the slightest fluctuation that should have been caused by the opening up of space could not be sensed, as if there had always been nothingness there.

Qin He's heart tightened, and he immediately turned his attention to his Dantian and Nigongwan.

The inside of the dantian is empty.

The qi, blood and true essence that used to flow all disappeared, and even the most basic cyclone that maintained the foundation of cultivation could not be found.

The situation of Nigong Wan made him feel even more depressed. The golden body of merit that he had condensed in the past had long since disappeared, and only a faint and almost transparent soul was floating in it alone.

The soul was as light as smoke, but fortunately it was now firmly protected by the double layers of magic shell inside and outside, otherwise, if it encountered an attack on the soul, the end would definitely not be good.

"How could this be?" Qin He frowned tightly, and a hint of coldness appeared on his fingertips.

Reluctantly, he tried to sense the Buddha Kingdom in his palm, concentrating all his thoughts on calling it.

However, the unique space that held the small cemetery and the red spider lily seemed to have been completely wiped out by an invisible hand. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he could not get any response.

Everything that had been gained through hard work, including power, treasures, and the world he had opened up, all turned to nothing and disappeared without a trace.

This feeling was like there was a supreme being in the dark who gently pressed a "restore" button in front of him, sending him back to the original starting point.

Confusion flooded my heart like a cold tide, followed by an indescribable horror.

He took a deep breath, forced his turbulent emotions to calm down, stood up and paced back and forth beside the cold rock wall, his eyes sweeping over the messy gravel on the ground.

Now that things have come to this, it is futile to get to the bottom of it.

At least, the soul is still there and the body is intact.

More importantly, his memory has not been lost, and the power of the origin of the Demonic Abyss flowing through his body has become already powerful.

The various methods of cultivation in the past, the profound insights gained from refining all the principles, the understanding and experience of the great Dao... these marks engraved deep in the soul have not been erased.

"It's just a matter of starting over. This time, I'm going to use this demonic energy as the foundation." Qin He stopped and a light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Without the space under his armpits, he used magic power to reopen the world; without the Buddha's kingdom in his palm, he used the power of origin to reshape the universe.

With his current control over the origin of the Demonic Abyss and the protection of the Demonic Shell, his path to reconstruction is destined to be faster and more stable than before.

He sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into the sea of ​​consciousness.

No longer obsessed with the previous method of circulating true Qi, he instead mobilized the demonic energy floating around his body and began to rebuild the space under his armpits according to the principles of space opening up in his memory.

If it doesn't work, try another way. There are always more solutions than problems.

Demonic power is also a kind of spiritual power. It is different from spiritual energy in origin, but there is no difference in superiority or inferiority.

His fingertips slid across the void, and the dark magic energy coiled and danced like a living thing. A spatial crack that was more condensed and stable than before emerged silently, and the process was smooth without any stagnation.

In just half an incense stick of time, a brand new space under the armpit of the space barrier with magic energy lingering in it was formed, and its stability was even better than before.

Then, his mind sank into his Dantian, guiding the pure demonic energy into his body, and reshaping the demonic energy vortex deep in his Dantian.

The magic energy seemed to perfectly blend with his current physique, and the cyclone condensed with remarkable ease. After just an incense stick of time, a wisp of inky black, overbearing demonic energy began to slowly flow within his dantian.

Finally, he turned his attention to Nigong Wan. The faint trace of his spirit filled him with awe.

He carefully mobilized the pure magic power of the outer layer of the magic shell, and carefully wrapped up the soul like protecting a seedling. This was the weakest point and required more protection.

When everything was settled, Qin He recalled the martial arts that had been haunting him.

"The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art... is a secret magic technique from the ancient times. If you practice this technique, you can swallow the sky, the earth, and all things." He whispered the origin of the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art and was slightly stunned.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Art was a secret technique of the devil. Before he crossed over to this world, this was his main technique. However, after practicing this technique, he did not reveal any trace of devilish aura, so much so that Qin He once forgot that he was practicing a devilish technique.

"So...I have actually always been a demon cultivator?"