2933 Improving
"Hiss, hiss," the human-headed spider desperately wielded its front claws in resistance to the descending sword intent from above.
In a horrifyingly swift turn of events, it came to the dreadful realization that its two slender feet had been entirely liquefied by the pitch-black sword intent.
Its remaining seven to eight elongated limbs quivered uncontrollably.
Helplessly, it witnessed its own body vanishing inch by inch, consumed by the relentless black sword intent.
Ultimately, the sword intent pierced through the spider's form, propelling it through several iron bars.
It soared through the air, crashing forcefully into the stone room wall, creating a thunderous cacophony.
A faint black flame continued to burn upon its face, scorching it until the creature emitted heart-wrenching shrieks.
After a few agonizing minutes, the terrifying cries gradually subsided, leaving nothing behind except a pool of black powder in the corner.
Just as they had barely managed to escape through the thin-fenced hole, they witnessed the stone room's ceiling above collapse with a deafening crash.
The space between the stone roof and the floor had become a tight seal, offering no escape route whatsoever. Without their extraordinary abilities to flee, they might have met a gruesome fate as human pulp.
Hastily, they vacated the stone room and entered the adjacent one.
These three stone chambers were interconnected.
Qiao Mu entered the room but hastily retreated.
She sealed her five senses, deeply disturbed by the grotesque sight before her.
This was the place where Heavenly Fate had purportedly created humans.
Upon entering, a harrowing sight came into view—rows of what could best be described as people, suspended along the walls. They were now more akin to puppets, resembling hanging sausages and cured meat. These individuals were suspended on three of the walls in an eerie display. Their limbs contorted into grotesque shapes.
While they still exhibited faint signs of life, it was evident that consciousness had long abandoned them.
Among this macabre display were both men and women, elderly figures, and even a child who had tragically lost a foot.
The scene was a chilling tableau of despair, enough to elicit profound discomfort even in someone like Qiao Mu, who had experienced two lifetimes. She recoiled instinctively, refusing to cast a second glance at the gruesome spectacle.
The young monk, being just a child, was better off not witnessing such a gruesome sight.
The layout of the two stone rooms on the left and right mirrored each other. In the center, rows of medicinal troughs stood, accompanied by heaps of inferior herbs piled beside them. A dimly flickering firelight emanated from a black medicinal furnace, while a small bowl nearby contained remnants of medicinal solution.
Mo Lian sighed as she glanced at the people hanging on the wall and gently guided the young lady to her side.
"Let's leave. We'll have Nightrise fetch Mr. Su to take charge of these individuals."
There was an 80% likelihood that these test subjects would not endure for much longer. When the time came, Mo Lian intended to allow them to pass with some semblance of dignity.
"Do you think the mutated medicine crafted by Heavenly Fate is derived from animals and plants?"
Mo Lian shook his head. "It can't be that simple. But based on what we see, it's evident that they're constantly refining their medicine."
The human-headed spider likely counted among the test subjects of Heavenly Fate.
In terms of raw strength and agility, there was no denying that this creature had undergone a successful transformation.
Yet, it had also devolved into a mindless, zombie-like entity.
What purpose did this transformation serve?
"This appears to be the result of their experimentation with an enhanced medicine," Mo Lian remarked with a contemplative gaze.
