The Unique Dual-Pulse Constitution

What the hell! Those useless bastards couldn’t even destroy the spirit veins!

An Yi collapsed to the ground, curling up like a shrimp.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead from the pain.

He had always believed that his Dark Spirit Vein had been destroyed when he seized the Skyreach Tower.

That’s why he took the desperate gamble of reshaping his Fire Spirit Vein using the Fire Spirit Origin.

But to his surprise, the Dark Spirit Vein wasn’t completely destroyed—just damaged—and could still be repaired!

Now, two different types of spiritual energy clashed violently inside his body, making him feel like he was being torn apart.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out as An Yi’s skin alternated between burning crimson and deathly pale.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Yan Zhi rushed over to help him upon seeing his agony.

"Ow! Hot!"

She recoiled in shock.

This was far beyond a human’s normal body temperature!

"Stay back!"

An Yi struggled to his feet, staggering as he walked. Even his exhaled breath scorched the air.

By now, faint crimson patterns had emerged on his face, only to be overtaken by dark, swirling marks.

The two forces wrestled inside him, impossible to suppress.

"Damn it, this hurts! Fucking behave!"

An Yi’s eyes burned crimson.

His short black hair instantly transformed into long, silver-white locks.

Yan Zhi stared in shock at the silver-haired, red-eyed young man radiating overwhelming dominance.

Was this really An Yi?

"Rampage—doubling all attributes at the cost of lifespan!"

Every aspect of his power surged—his control over spiritual energy, his body’s capacity to endure it—all amplified twofold.

"ARGH!"

An Yi roared, his crimson eyes blazing as an explosive aura erupted around him, his silver hair whipping wildly.

The two opposing forces inside him clashed violently, spilling into the surroundings.

Flames wreathed in dark energy erupted from his body.

At this moment, An Yi resembled a demon lord descending upon the world—sinister and awe-inspiring.

Yan Zhi paled, forced back two steps by the sheer pressure of his presence.

Wild flames of spiritual energy burst from him, while dark energy surged in opposition.

The two forces collided midair with terrifying force.

Even the boiling magma beneath them was extinguished by the overwhelming spiritual pressure.

Two pterodactyls circling the sky shrieked in terror, fleeing in panic.

In the distance, Xiao Yike—eyes bloodshot, gripping a broadsword, ready to settle scores with An Yi—swallowed hard and froze in place.

He had no idea what was happening, but he knew one thing: charging in now would be suicide.

"Fucking settle down!"

An Yi dropped into a meditative stance, crimson light flickering in his eyes as he forcibly drew the black and red energies into his left and right hands.

A terrifying vortex of power swirled around him, devouring the spiritual energy of the underground world like a hurricane.

Flames and darkness intertwined.

Finally, both the crimson and black energies were absorbed back into his body.

His silver hair gradually darkened to its original black.

An Yi opened his eyes, the crimson in his pupils fading.

"Hah…"

He exhaled deeply, unable to suppress the exhilaration in his trembling body.

"Dark and Fire elements—dual spirit veins!"

This was nothing short of a miracle!

Common knowledge dictated that a human could only possess one spirit vein.

Two spirit veins coexisting in one body was unimaginable.

Yet now, he was the sole exception—a dual-spirit-vein physique!

"Hey… are you okay?" Yan Zhi cautiously approached.

After all, the spectacle An Yi had just created was beyond belief.

She wasn’t even sure if the person before her was still An Yi.

An Yi grinned. "Better than ever!"

Eager to show off, he raised one hand, summoning crimson flames, while the other conjured a swirling mass of darkness.

"Check this out—impressed?" he taunted, smirking.

One hand wielded dark energy, the other fire.

Yan Zhi rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

Summoning fire or lightning? Any half-decent Taoist could do that.

Take Lv Zheng, for example—he was a master of talismans.

Compared to them, An Yi’s little flame couldn’t even light a cigarette properly.

Of course, if this display had taken place in the Ancient Continent, it would’ve scared the hell out of people.

Now that his spirit veins were restored—and he’d unexpectedly gained a Fire Spirit Vein—An Yi burned with the desire to return to that world.

Unfortunately, forcibly crossing dimensional barriers had cost him his strength, forcing him to start from scratch.

But with his spirit veins intact and his bloodline physique, regaining his former power wouldn’t take long.

"Let’s go."

An Yi glanced at the collapsing ground and spoke calmly.

With the Fire Spirit Origin devoured, the underground world seemed to have opened up completely. The spiral stone staircase descended endlessly into the abyss.

Yan Zhi nodded, studying An Yi with growing curiosity.

This guy was becoming more mysterious by the second.

She’d always sensed he was hiding something, but now it was clear—he was shrouded in secrets.

Checking the remaining balance of his Demon Fund, An Yi sighed inwardly.

Better avoid using Rampage unless absolutely necessary.

That brief activation had already taken a heavy toll.

He had already squeezed five or six years out of his lifespan. Luckily, he was rich now—even if he ran out of time, he could still top up in advance.

Above, in the floating city in the sky...

Zhang Qianyu’s Dao sword was covered in dents and scratches.

He kept retreating, his grip on the hilt trembling slightly.

Ahead, a figure clad head-to-toe in armor strode forward, swinging a spiked club with terrifying force.

"Brother Qianyu, I’m here to help!"

A lean figure descended from the sky.

It was none other than Jiang Cheng, the head of the Four Saints of the Law Enforcement Bureau—Qinglong!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Qianyu glared at Jiang Cheng, who had arrived late, itching to curse him out.

This bastard!

He was the one who had thrown him up here in the first place—almost getting him killed by this armored brute!

"What the hell were you doing just now?!" Zhang Qianyu demanded furiously.

Jiang Cheng spread his hands, revealing a glowing cyan spirit core in his palm. "Just retrieving something. Almost forgot to take the spirit core from that big bird."

Zhang Qianyu’s eyes sharpened, fury flashing across his face.

That monstrous bird had been the leader of its flock.

And thanks to his experience in crane-taming, he had actually managed to tame it as his mount.

Yet this bastard had gone and slaughtered it!

Jiang Cheng’s smiling gaze locked onto the armored warrior with the spiked club, but beneath that cheerful facade, a cold, murderous intent lurked.

The armored giant swung its massive weapon at Jiang Cheng with wild abandon.

In an instant, Jiang Cheng’s figure flickered like lightning—

And reappeared behind the giant.

His hands shot toward its head—

Neck-Snapping Technique!

CRACK!

The helmet was ripped clean off.

But inside... there was nothing. Just empty darkness.

Yet the three-meter-tall armored giant, now headless, remained alive, raising its spiked club to strike again.

Jiang Cheng tossed the helmet playfully before suddenly—

His fingers clenched, crushing the rounded metal into a crumpled mess, which he then casually discarded.

Stretching lazily, Jiang Cheng grinned. "Interesting. This just keeps getting better."

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of the helmet hitting the ground echoed.

Zhang Qianyu’s pupils constricted.

He had always thought the gap between the first and fifth ranks on the Hidden Dragon List was just a matter of numbers.

Now, he realized—

The difference was an abyss.