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The underground chamber is very deep.

As you descend the stone steps, the perceived temperature decreases.

Soon, the two reached the bottom floor.

A heavy stone door stood in front of us.

There were no mechanisms around the stone gate, and it seemed that Jingchan hadn't expected that outsiders would come here one day.

Or perhaps he thought that by the time someone actually came here, he probably wouldn't be around anymore.

"Nourishing Yin..."

Mu Yang glanced at the words on the stone door, then channeled his true energy into his palm, and with a rumbling sound, the stone door was pushed open.

In an instant, a dense aura of yin energy rushed towards us.

If an ordinary person were to be exposed to this yin wind, even with some rudimentary martial arts skills, they would likely have their qi drawn into their body, causing them unbearable pain.

Fortunately, both of them were sixth-level martial artists; one possessed strong blood and qi, while the other had a natural affinity for yin energy, so they were unharmed.

Immediately afterward, before the two could even step inside, a pungent smell of blood rushed into their nostrils from inside the door, mixed with the stench of decay and the bitter smell of medicine.

"This is really... weird."

After Mu Yang entered the stone gate and saw his surroundings, he couldn't help but frown.

What comes into view is a rather large underground space, the overall color of which is an unsettling dark brown, containing a series of cages constructed of steel.

Inside the cages were one emaciated person after another.

The vast majority of them had skin so dry it clung to their bones like paper, undulating with their faint breathing, and you could even see their internal organs still slowly beating inside.

Outside the cage was a pile of grayish-white bones, stacked layer upon layer, carelessly tossed there like garbage.

A quick glance suggests there are probably no fewer than a hundred people.

Occasionally, a cold wind would sweep through the cage, taking away the life force of the prisoners and bringing with it a wailing sound like the cries of ghosts.

"It's hopeless..."

Mu Yang made his judgment with just a glance.

Although some people are still breathing, under the constant onslaught of this yin energy, ninety-nine percent of their vitality has long since vanished.

The only difference between them and the dead is that they still have a little bit of residual breathing instinct.

"Go in."

Mu Yang withdrew his gaze and walked deeper into the area.

Lu Zongsong paused for a moment before the pile of bones before catching up with Mu Yang.

Deep inside was a vast prison, filled with an even denser yin energy.

But there were even fewer people locked up, only two in total, and they were both wearing the same clothes.

It was the uniform of the Demon Slayer Division.

The two men were bound by iron chains, separated by the two walls of the cage. Two iron hooks pierced their collarbones, pinning their bodies firmly to the walls.

The person on the left seemed to be breathing normally, although his eyes were sunken, his lips were cracked, and his tattered clothes were soaked in blood, his overall breathing was still relatively active.

This is roughly equivalent to someone who is seriously ill and has not yet recovered.

The one opposite him wasn't so lucky.

The man's face was ashen, his lips were ulcerated, and he was so thin that only skin clinging to his bones remained.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his breath was barely a whisper.

Even so, Mu Yang recognized the man's identity at a glance.

It was that beast who colluded with demons and guarded the Shunyuan River—

Ge Feiwu!

As for the one whose aura was still relatively active, it was Lei Xing's husband, Fu Yu, the executioner of Anshun County.

Because they had only been in the Yin-Nourishing Prison for a short time, they were not yet on the verge of death.

"The Demon Slayer Division..."

As if hearing footsteps, Fu Yu subconsciously looked up.

They thought it was that old bald monk Jingchan coming to check if they had become ghosts, but to their surprise, they saw a familiar figure in a dark black outfit.

Upon hearing Fu Yu's words, Ge Feiwu, who had been on the verge of death, seemed to regain his life. A rosy hue suddenly appeared on his ashen face, and his throat, which had been parched from not drinking water for a long time, miraculously produced a hoarse sound.

"Help...help me..."

Only when facing death can one truly understand the preciousness of life.

For Ge Feiwu, the past two months had been like hell.

However, before he could finish speaking, a gust of cold wind happened to blow through the cell.

Strangely, the cold wind, though blowing from Fu Yu's side, did not take away his life force. Instead, it blew straight past Ge Feiwu, taking away the last bit of life force that he had managed to ignite.

Ge Feiwu's eyes suddenly glazed over, and his voice abruptly stopped.

That hint of rosy color faded at a visible speed, and a grayish-white hue returned to her face.

His head, with its long, loose hair, tilted to the side.

There was no sound.

Fu Yu's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the dead Ge Feiwu in disbelief.

If it had happened just two minutes earlier, he wouldn't have felt any emotional reaction to Ge Feiwu's death.

After all, in this Yin-Nourishing Prison, death is commonplace.

When he was first imprisoned, he witnessed the deaths of several colleagues, some of whom turned into ghosts and were absorbed into the body of that bald monk.

What truly moved him was that, although the path to survival had clearly arrived, the other party had failed to seize it.

It really is a matter of timing and fate.

In a corner unnoticed by Lu Zongsong and Fu Yu, Mu, the Master of Destiny, Yang, silently lowered his fingers, which were wrapped in Yin energy, and gently flicked them, letting out a pretentious sigh:

"What bad luck, we're a step too late."

That's right, the eerie wind that seemed to have eyes was stirred up by him by manipulating the yin energy within the prison.

Lu Zongsong nodded silently.

Witnessing Ge Feiwu's death, his emotional fluctuations were not as great as when he saw Mu Yang punch the Flood Dragon Ghost King to pieces.

After all, Ge Feiwu was already weak, so it's normal for him to die here.

"Fortunately, there's still one alive. Let's save him first."

Seeing that Lu Zongsong did not express his opinion, Mu Yang continued to speak.

Lu Zongsong nodded silently and stepped forward to rescue Fu Yu.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

Why...?

A sinister, elusive voice suddenly rang out inside the cell.

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned his surroundings.

Apart from the fact that the yin energy became more concentrated where Ge Feiwu died, there was nothing else unusual.

Just then, that empty, eerie voice rang out again: Why...why am I dying...?

As the word "death" fell, a strange, eerie wind blew.

Under the watchful eyes of Mu Yang, Lu Zongsong, and Fu Yu, each with a different expression, a dark, shadowy soul floated out from Ge Feiwu's body.

It gradually coalesced into a blurry human figure.

The figure's face was exactly the same as Ge Feiwu's, only it looked paler and more distorted.

It was a newly born ghost!

"I just want to retire peacefully, I just want to live a good life..."

"What did I do wrong? Why do I have to die...?"

The ghost that Ge Feiwu had transformed into continued muttering to itself.

With each word he uttered, the resentment emanating from him seemed to grow heavier, and the surrounding yin energy became increasingly dense.

Even the aura emanating from him was rising higher and higher.

Fourth-order perfection... Fifth-order early stage... Fifth-order middle stage... Fifth-order late stage... Fifth-order perfection...

As the last word "death" fell, his aura surged once more, reaching the early stage of the sixth rank!

As his aura rose to the early stage of the sixth rank, the ghost that Ge Feiwu had transformed into seemed to gain consciousness. His originally gray eyes suddenly turned scarlet, staring at Mu Yang and the other two with resentment.

"You guys, come keep me company!!"