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.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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.”