I Get It

Boom! Outside the underground vault, amidst total devastation and strewn corpses, a tremendous roar suddenly detonated. A scarlet storm descended from the sky. —Sweeping Clouds, charge! Unleashing his full power, Tang Qian's figure seemed truly transformed into a vast, rampaging gale of blood. Wherever he passed, walls, desks, cabinets, corpses, and even pooled blood appeared swept over by an invisible plow, shattered to pieces, and ground into dust. Bloody flames swirled across that savage, ferocious face. At this moment, his gaze shifted toward the gruesome scene inside. Instantly unable to conceal his worry and fury, he bellowed, "Foster Father, fear not! I've come to assist you!" In that instant, the mutated Priest was moved almost to tears. A layer of watery mist even surfaced over each of the eyeballs bursting with evil light across his body. Surprised and deeply touched—who would have thought? Who could have ever imagined! Smith, you bastard, even though you usually do nothing but eat and shit, useless as a good-for-nothing rice bucket and universally despised, to the point that he himself had resented him immensely... if not for having already spent the money, he might well have kicked him out or sent him to fill the front lines. Never had he expected that only in hardship does true character show, and only in perilous moments are true hearts revealed! In his hour of greatest peril, it was actually this man who risked his life to come to his rescue... Even though he looked uncouth and crude, he was actually a fine fellow with delicate feelings who repaid every kindness and vengeance, remembering the grace of a single meal and even treating him like a father?! Brimming with emotion and joy, his former hesitation and unease vanished without a trace. All at once, the Priest was filled with soaring pride! His raised arm resembled a withered tree. Mutated limbs violently thrust forward, piercing into a whirlpool that manifested out of thin air. Then, as another whirlpool opened, they stabbed out from behind Tong Shan—splitting, hardening, dripping with venom. All the mutations bestowed by the White Manor were revealed in full! The Priest laughed loudly. "Good lad, I misunderstood you! Today the two of us will—" Bang! The gale of blood raced at violent speed, howling straight past Tong Shan. Then, a greatsword hacked into the Priest's skull, splitting him in two from the crown of his head down to his chest. An expression of sheer disbelief lingered upon his shattered face. "You... you..." "You what? Demon clown, how dare you harm my foster father! Death is too good for you!" Tang Qian glared, roaring in thunderous fury. "Today I'll make sure you die a death so miserable, so agonizing, so utterly horrific that it defies humanity!" Then, his form shifted into one head and four arms once more—no, two brand-new arms sprouted from his back, gripping a battleaxe and a rapier. Spear, greatsword, flail, warhammer, rapier, battleaxe. Across six arms, all manner of weapons instantly deployed, raining down in a frenzied, overlapping barrage. Thrusting, slashing, ramming, pounding... Crisp shattering sounds rang out continuously. From within that instantly pulverized paste of meat, gruesome shrieks sounded from opening and closing mouths—screaming, cursing, until finally, from the remaining bloody eyes, tears of wrathful, indignant scarlet fell. "I will kill you all!" The Priest screamed, no longer bothering to maintain a fragile human form. Thousands of tendrils of blood and bone, resembling tree roots, sprouted from the meat paste, taking root into the floor. They frantically sucked in blood and death, instantly draining a massive quantity of corruptive pollution. Then, a faint human shape grew out from the root base. Hundreds of branches, like arms, pierced through space, continuously and quite literally breaking through the void to strike. Without any windup, ghostly and unpredictable. Unsure what manner of abomination's bloodline he had fused with, the already tenacious vitality of the Vortex path had become unimaginably vigorous. The ground cracked as tendril after tendril grew out, blooming like fresh flowers. Yet inside the floral buds grew tangled organs and tumors, thick blood dripping down. Virulent venom diffused, roots coiled, and the moment anything touched them, they hungrily began absorbing all blood and life. The massive vault had now mutated into some bizarre, demonic ecosystem. —This was the Regeneration form he had obtained from the blessing beneath the vortex! Tong Shan had already risen into midair. His telekinesis swept across like a tidal wave, clearing away walls of sprouting branches and sealing off the toxic gas. Under the crushing force of pure gravity, tree trunks fractured with fissures, collapsed, and regenerated anew. In the end, after just a few seconds of adaptation, iron-like boughs pointed toward the sky, rising abruptly from the ground! Thick carapace, resembling bark, proliferated and grew without pause, withstanding the devastation. Tang Qian trampled over those grotesque flowers and grasses, paying them no heed, and howled to the heavens: "Old Geezer, get out here!" At once, a withered face surfaced from his shoulder, yawning listlessly. "Ah Qian, why again..." "Shut up!" Tang Qian casually shoved a gold coin into his mouth. The old geezer froze. His few remaining teeth clamped down, and feeling the familiar texture, his muddy eyes lit up instantly. The real deal! It's actually the real deal! Ninety-nine percent pure, a rare treasure! Fiery light burst from those dim pupils. With a gulp, Fourth Granduncle swallowed the gold coin and yelled in delight, "Jackpot!" On the Asura's shoulders, two arms instantly crawled with wrinkles and age spots, shriveling and withering, yet their imposing ferocity surged countless times beyond before. In his hand, the originally unremarkable spear was suddenly covered in cracks. Beneath those cracks, a viscous, blood-like scarlet silently seeped forth, trickling and falling from the spear tip, poignantly beautiful like tears. Reflected in the tears of blood shed by those marching to war, Fourth Granduncle's head emerged prominently on Tang Qian's shoulder. Sharp, shark-like teeth sprouted from his shriveled gums. Tilting his head, he glanced at the Priest with a playful smirk, even changing how he addressed him: "Good grandson, this time I attack and you defend?" "Why the fuck shouldn't I attack?!" Tang Qian retorted. "I'm the one who paid!" "Precisely because you paid..." Fourth Granduncle cackled weirdly. "Your grandpa here happens to be very strong, you know." In that instant, without movement or omen, a torrent of blood rose from the earth and howled forth. With a slight tremor of the spear tip, the ground fractured, and countless flowers and grasses were annihilated in an instant. Their residual vitality converged into a beam of flowing light, swallowed whole by Fourth Granduncle. And upon the eerie, gigantic tree formed by the mutated Priest, a fissure abruptly ruptured, slanting upward and cleaving away half the branches. Then, following the sweep of the spear tip, it slashed across. Severed clean at the waist! Not only the Priest and Tong Shan, but even Tang Qian stood dumbfounded on the spot. "Holy shit, old geezer, you never used to..." "What kind of newspapers did you fucking burn for me before?!" Fourth Granduncle gave him a sidelong glare. "You fool a ghost, and you expect the ghost not to fool you? Besides, this is an enthronement commemorative coin issued in the First Year of the Emperor—can it even compare?!" "Hurry it up! I found a big cash cow! Plenty of money, as many gold coins as you want!" "Why the fuck didn't you say so earlier?!" Fourth Granduncle was fired up! ... By the time Ji Jue finished mopping up with the others and finally arrived, the Priest was already drawing more breaths out than in, on his last legs. A dignified recipient of the White Manor's blessing, possessing inexhaustible vitality, was now shattered to pieces. His mangled torso crawled back and forth on the ground, struggling with immense difficulty. "Foster Father, sit tight and watch this!" Drenched in sweat and bearing ancestral forms across his body, Tang Qian waved his hand, full of enthusiasm, terrified that Tong Shan might feel he wasn't getting his money's worth. "I'll perform a Mid-Continent-style decapitation for you—it's wild! The blood can shoot three meters high!" Pfft! The greatsword hacked down, the dog head flew into the air, and blood sprayed two and a half meters. Half a meter short. Having lost face in front of his financial backer, Tang Qian flew into a rage. With a stomp, he crushed the Priest's dog head—which was still rapidly regenerating—and then stomped it again and again. "Smith, you motherfucker... you'll die a dog's death!" The Priest wailed, cursed, and wept bitterly. Finally, he hardened his resolve, his remaining life force suddenly surging like a raging torrent: "You must die, you all must die! Every single one of you, every last one!" In an instant, tears of blood streamed from the scarlet pupils embedded in the scattered chunks of flesh. Offering all of his life as a sacrifice, he made up the final deficit. The altar roared, trembling violently. A roar diffused from the void. Invisible power intertwined, turning into a vortex that mobilized all previous sacrifices and offerings, boldly piercing through vast distances and obstructions. Through a forced summoning conducted regardless of consequences or cost, corrupt, grotesque spiritus erupted like a volcano, diffusing and instantly turning the entire vault into a demonic domain. And amidst the darkness surging like a tide, a solemn bone wheel slowly rose. A demonic eye looked down upon all. With the turning of the bone wheel, the entire bank seemed unable to bear the burden, teetering on the brink of collapse. After repeated urgings and calls, the high-tier abomination was finally dragged into the mortal realm under the omen of forced summoning to display divine might! —The Wheel-Turning Holy King descended! "Ha, hahaha, hahahahahaha..." The mutilated Priest laughed madly, kowtowing with tears of blood. "With my living soul as a sacrifice—no, with all living souls and dead spirits here as a sacrifice, supreme and paramount Holy Lord of Reincarnation, I implore You to show Your divine might!" In that brief, dead silence, no one could make a sound. At the very front, a stunned Tang Qian was already drenched in cold sweat. After calling for so long without any response, he had thought the Wheel-Turning Holy King had bailed. Never had he expected that this dog of a Priest actually possessed a means of forced summoning. And looking at this display... No weakening, no suppression, and no defects. —That was a genuine, full-fledged high-tier abomination! "Hsss..." Instinctively sucking in a sharp breath of cold air, his expression twitched. He turned back toward Tong Shan and forced out a smile uglier than crying: "Boss, uh... this one might be a bit tough to take on." Tong Shan stood on high alert, having no time to waste words on him. The banner in his hand trembled ceaselessly, drinking in telekinesis like a whale, preparing a thunderous strike. A desperate final struggle. Yet in this overly protracted dead silence, the Wheel-Turning Holy King did not move—did not move at all! As if waking from a dream, it looked at the scene before it in bewilderment. In the dead center of the bone wheel, that eye harboring boundless evil views gazed down across the entire sacrificial ground. Finally, its gaze fell upon Ji Jue, who had just stepped through the door. And so, its expression gradually shifted, vividly discernible: annoyance, displeasure, wrath, suspicion, shock, and even... Following a fleeting flash of terror, an uncontrollable, towering fury erupted! This moment was just like that moment. The same summons from the Evil Transmutation Cult, the same sacrificial altar, the same urgings, flattery, and hypocritical praise. The same scarred brat, the same bell in his hand... As well as a dog bastard wearing a devout expression while hoping some gold coins would drop from its corpse! In that instant, it finally understood. It understood everything! You dog-fucking Evil Transmutation Cult... —Fleecing me once wasn't enough, you motherfuckers want to fleece me again?! Dark thunder rumbled, the bone wheel spun, and furious roars echoed endlessly. In that instant, without the slightest hesitation or reservation, it gathered all its power. Blazing light erupted from the evil eye, weaving together in midair to form a gigantic hand that violently slammed down! Right toward... the frenzied Priest who was still dancing in ecstasy. The shadow expanded, spread, and enveloped. Finally, it thoroughly engulfed that frozen face. "Wait—" Wait my ass, drop dead! Boom!