The two of them continued to move forward, destroying all the altars along the way, whether they were contaminated or not.
Ning Yu extracted the Soul Gems from each one, converting and absorbing them into attribute points and Akashic Power.
Their progress was surprisingly smooth, even suspiciously so, as there were no pursuers to stop them as they had expected.
Unconsciously, they had already traveled far from their starting point. The underground passages branched out in all directions, resembling a vast energy transportation network.
Further ahead, a larger square area appeared on the map, and the structure of the surrounding passages began to grow more complex.
"We might have reached some kind of hub or central location," Ning Yu remarked.
The two of them hid in the shadows, and Ning Yu took out some bread, strawberry milk, and other snacks from her system space, handing a portion to Shen Yiyue.
"Should we split up and explore in different directions?" Shen Yiyue suggested, thinking that dividing their paths would speed up the destruction of the altars and their exploration.
"No, let's not set up such a dangerous flag," Ning Yu firmly refused. In scenarios like this, splitting up would almost certainly lead to one of them encountering danger, and being too far away to rescue each other.
Such plotlines were all too common in movies and TV shows.
"Got it," Shen Yiyue said softly, leaning her head on Ning Yu's shoulder, enjoying the brief moment of peace in the darkness.
Ning Yu also fell silent. In the darkness, they couldn’t see each other clearly, but they could feel each other’s presence and warmth.
"Ah!!!"
A sudden scream shattered the silence, and the two immediately put away their food and stood up.
They could tell it was a human voice.
But there were no numbered altars in the square area ahead, which made them curious about what was happening.
"Let’s go there. There seems to be a ventilation duct," Ning Yu said.
As they approached the area, the facilities became more numerous. Ning Yu pointed to a mesh-covered vent above and fired a grappling hook toward it.
Shen Yiyue followed closely behind. Ning Yu lifted the vent cover, jumped up, and then pulled Shen Yiyue in with one hand before replacing the cover.
After the scream, there was no other sound, and everything seemed to return to silence.
They moved forward through the ventilation duct, peering down through each vent they passed.
Below was something resembling a factory, with various mechanical facilities of different shapes and sizes. Glowing liquid flowed between them.
Following the flow of the liquid to the far end, they saw a tall cylindrical device.
At its center were two finger-like probes pointing inward.
All the liquid converged into the device, and the tips of the probes emitted a faint blue light, as if engraving something.
Soon, a glowing orb was formed in the center, as if being 3D-printed by the probes.
The moment it took shape, two pyramid-shaped pentahedrons descended from the top and bottom of the cylindrical device.
The base of each pentahedron was hollow, mirroring each other as they assembled into an octahedron, perfectly enclosing the glowing orb.
Now Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue understood—this was one of the factories where Soul Gems were assembled.
But where did the energy come from?
With this question in mind, they continued moving closer to the source of the scream.
A pool of crimson blood slowly seeped out from under the door of a sealed room, immediately catching Ning Yu's attention.
"There," she signaled to Shen Yiyue.
The two observed the layout of the ventilation ducts and moved to the one above the sealed room.
As they got closer, they faintly heard muffled cries.
It was the sound of someone struggling with their mouth gagged.
"Are there survivors trapped down there?"
Through the vent, they saw the situation in the room below.
A dozen or so people, dressed in tattered clothes, were tightly bound and thrown into a corner of the room, like lambs waiting for slaughter.
They seemed to be suffering from some kind of torment, trembling all over, their pained moans muffled by the white cloths covering their mouths.
In another corner of the room stood more than a dozen armed soldiers, guarding a square tent draped with black cloth.
Every so often, one of the bound individuals was dragged by the soldiers and thrown into the tent.
From inside came muffled wails, screams, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh.
A pool of blood near the door suggested that someone had tried to escape and was killed there.
Undoubtedly, they had failed, and the scream must have come from that.
After a while, a hooded zombie was led out. From its clothes, it was clear that this was the same unfortunate person who had been dragged in earlier.
A large bite mark had been torn into its body, which had already shriveled significantly, as if something had drained it dry.
Even so, it seemed to have some other value to be exploited.
A soldier used a specialized tool to drag it away like livestock, taking it somewhere else.
"Why are they doing this?" Shen Yiyue couldn’t help but frown at the scene.
"I think those people on the ground might all be Awakened," Ning Yu pointed to the remaining individuals on the floor.
Each of them had a collar-like device tightly clamped around their necks.
"Maybe that’s what’s suppressing their abilities."
"This is probably the true source of the Soul Gems," Ning Yu had a growing suspicion.
The soldiers below weren’t dragging anyone into the tent at the moment. Instead, two of them entered and led out a partially cybernetically enhanced Glutton.
Its mouth was smeared with blood, clearly the one that had bitten the poor soul and turned them into a zombie.
It was different from ordinary Gluttons, not just because of its cybernetic parts, but because its entire body was covered in strange crystalline growths.
These crystals were embedded in its flesh, almost as if they had grown out of its skin, creating a deeply unsettling visual.
Now under control, the Glutton walked out of the tent in a stiff, unnatural manner, the crystals seemingly hindering its movement.
By now, Ning Yu had figured out what was happening here.
The so-called Soul Gems were likely being created through this gruesome process.
This Glutton that was being led away would probably soon become part of the energy flowing through the luminous pathways outside, eventually being forged into a Soul Gem.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.