Demonic Cultivation: Devouring Ten Thousand Demonic Beasts

The effect of the pill was incredible.

Langtian could feel it—his body was healing at a pace that defied reason, stitching itself back together with every breath. The medicinal essence surged through his veins like wildfire, flooding into his limbs, muscles, and bones.

Torn meridians pulsed with new life as they began to knit themselves whole. Blocked spiritual pathways opened one by one in a tingling rush. His qi flowed freer than ever before, smooth and powerful, like a river breaking through a dam.

Even the exhaustion in his muscles began to vanish. Bruises faded. His shattered body wasn’t just recovering—it was growing stronger.

"Damn... What kind of pill is this?" he whispered, staring at his trembling hands in disbelief. "High-grade Profound-tier, at least... Since when could Senior Sister refine something like this?!"

But then—

Something changed.

The more he focused on guiding the energy, the hotter his body became.

At first, it was a comforting warmth.

Then it began to burn.

And then—

Too much.