Life Dungeon Game

These glass containers are cylindrical, taller than a person, and spaced about two meters apart, arranged neatly in rows like bookshelves in a library.

He glanced around and saw more than a dozen containers in his line of sight, and there were clearly many more hidden in the mist.

Each container was encased in a thin tube filled with a white mist that obscured visibility.

He Ao had a bad feeling. He walked to a glass container and looked inside. It was all white inside. He couldn't see anything except the vague outline of a person.

He Ao

As he continued to absorb the 'qi', he continued to move deeper into the containers, and soon he found a container where the mist was not so dense.

He also got a clear look at what was inside the container.

That was a 'person,' a young 'person.'

He 'stood' inside the container, his body enveloped in a hazy mist, his chest opened, exposing the internal structure to the fog.

The white mist seeped into his body, allowing his chest to rise and fall slightly.

He Ao channeled his divine sense, focusing on the body of the person inside the container.

His limbs didn't have a very high energy level; it seemed he had barely reached the E-level of refining essence into qi.

Only martial artists at this level can condense their own 'qi' in the next stage, but for ordinary people, that takes a long time.

Clearly, the people who made the machine did not want to wait for this long period of time.

The container has some kind of guiding device at the top and bottom, which guides the diluted gas from the fountain of youth into the young 'person's' body to forcibly catalyze the production of 'gas', and then carries this 'gas' into the pipes below.

He Ao activated his super memory and stared at the container.

A very thin shadow still clung to the young man, a shadow that was almost completely dissipated. Each time the mist completed a 'catalysis,' the shadow would dissipate a little.

After a person dies, the soul quickly dissipates, and then the body is damaged. That's why Roger's technology for maintaining the vitality of a soulless body is so precious.

However, a body without a soul cannot mobilize energy or gather 'qi' in any way.

The state that He Ao saw could only mean that the person inside the container was put into this 'glass container' while still alive.

At that moment, he should have died, but thanks to the diluted mist of the Fountain of Youth, his body remained in a state of near-death, becoming a 'machine' for generating 'qi'.

However, this 'machine' also has a lifespan. When his soul completely dissipates, his body will inevitably break down, and then it may be necessary to 'replace' the machine.

He Ao gripped the short sword tightly, his face cold.

He suddenly felt that the name "Life Potion" was somewhat of a dark joke.

This is indeed a medicine concocted with 'life'.

He looked up at the upright 'containers' in the mist.

From his perspective of hypermemory, he could see the souls that had vanished one by one within these containers.

As he gazed upon them, one sorrowful and painful groan after another echoed in his ears.

It seemed like a prayer, or perhaps a plea.

The despair of having his body brutally destroyed while still alive and being placed into a container assaulted He Ao's mind.

These broken souls plead for final annihilation, for eternal slumber.

Sometimes, even death itself is a luxury.

He felt something, so he took out the top hat he had been hiding in his pocket, tore it apart, and used his short sword to cut out a rough shape of a mask.

Then he used the pure white blood from his coat as paint to color the mask with colors other than black.

Before long, he had made a cloth mask that looked rather odd.

On this mask, there is only

A strange black and white smiling face.

He put on the mask.

At that moment, countless 'qi' around him stirred and frantically flowed into his body.

The energy in the soles of his feet and the top of his head quickly gathered together, converging under the pressure of the powerful super memory.

Yin gives rise to Yang, and Yang gives rise to Yin.

Three vortices of energy formed on the soles of his feet and the top of his head, respectively. Then, these three vortices rose and fell, converging into two vortices below his navel and between his eyebrows.

Then the two bulges rapidly expanded, converged at his chest, and suddenly contracted.

With a thought, a new divine consciousness was generated in He Ao's mind.

This was the first time he had condensed a new divine consciousness, except when he advanced to the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage.

As the surrounding 'qi' continued to flow in, the two vortexes between the eyebrows and below the navel, which had become depleted due to the condensation of divine consciousness, rapidly expanded again.

He Ao reached out his hand, sensing the energy in the air.

He found that his affinity with the 'qi' in the void had become extremely high; the qi that he previously had to actively inhale now flowed naturally into his body.

He seemed to have unintentionally created some kind of 'ritual'.

He glanced around at the glass containers shrouded in mist, these 'qi' that originated from their lives, the only 'gift' these desperate souls could offer.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, deactivated his super memory, and walked towards the vertical staircase he had just descended.

The core of this machine is clearly at a lower level.

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"What do you eat?"

Dark claws emerged from the depths of the mist, lifting the circular cover beneath their feet.

Two researchers stood nearby, trembling.

Then two more sharp claws emerged from the air and pierced the chests of the two researchers, white blood flowing down. "Unwanted lives can be given to those in need."

A silver-haired man wearing a white coat and white gloves emerged from the mist.

He retracted his claws, tossed the two dead researchers aside, glanced at the open circular door on the ground and the vertical ladder beneath it, and jumped down without hesitation.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the hall.

Chapter 486 Divine Sense Surges (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

After descending another four or five meters, He Ao reached the end of the long ladder.

The ground beneath our feet was still a flat steel plate.

This is probably not the very bottom of the machine yet.

The surrounding fog grew even thicker, and the air was filled with even more swirling 'qi'.

The fog was still flowing in one direction.

The fog on the upper layer also flowed in a certain direction. He Ao leaned against the long ladder and roughly judged that the fog on both layers flowed in the same direction.

This mist containing 'gas' seems to have escaped from the 'production' process. Since this mist did not seep outside the machine, there must be a device inside the machine to collect it.

This device will most likely lead to the deepest part of the machine.

He gripped his short sword and continued moving in the direction the mist was flowing.

He had only taken a few steps when he spotted a blurry shadow lying across the ground ahead.

He walked over and found it was a 'glass container' that had fallen to the ground.

The container was broken, and the pipes connecting it to the container were nowhere to be seen. Only a young man with his eyes closed, looking as if he had just fallen asleep, lay in the container.

His chest had stopped rising and falling.

He Ao activated his super memory and scanned the young man, seeing a faint, soon-to-be-completely vanished soul.

However, the soul did not completely dissipate; rather, it seemed to be fixed to the young man's body by some force.

He Ao frowned slightly, squatted down a little, and looked at the young man's body.

In that instant, the young man's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp claw encased in an exoskeleton pierced through his chest, aiming for He Ao's throat.

He Ao shifted his body to the side, and with a flash of sword light, he cleaved the broken container and the young man's body inside in two at the same time.

At the same time, he sprang up and, following the direction of his body, somersaulted and landed not far away.

After being severed by his sword light, countless tentacles covered with bones emerged from behind the youth's body.

These tentacles wrapped around the youth's broken body and supported his body, causing his open chest to open and close like a hideous mouth revealing a smile.

At the same time, these skeletal tentacles extend outwards, weaving into two bony wings to support the body.

The young man who was lying on the ground instantly transformed into some kind of twisted monster.

He stared at the monster, the tip of his short sword pointing towards the ground.

His divine sense told him that this monster's energy level had reached level C, far exceeding the standard of the level E 'machines' upstairs.

The instant the monster revealed itself, He Ao vaguely 'heard' an even more twisted and painful roar.

A hypothesis formed in his mind, and he activated his super memory, looking at the monster again.

Look at the thin soul behind the monster.

He was shocked to discover that the souls themselves had extremely subtle differences, like dense patches sewn onto the monster's body.

The soul of this monster was stitched together by countless people.

After the 'machines' above are eliminated due to the exhaustion of their souls, they do not get a peaceful rest, but are thrown down to become food for monsters.

This monster should be...

It was created by the 'Doctor' to protect this machine.

The vortex within He Ao's body gathered again in his chest, and a new divine consciousness formed in his mind.

This is the second divine sense.

The concentration of 'qi' in this layer is much higher than in the previous layer. This rapid rate of divine sense generation also allows him to engage in some 'abundant' battles.

He gently twisted the hilt of his sword, and his body vanished instantly.