Within the infernal heat of dark mines were many enslaved cultivators, most were at the Nascent Soul stage, basically at the beginning of their cultivation journey. They were chained up, locked up like sheep and were led forward by wardens that seemed to have no mercy or will to ease on the whip they used to force the slaves into labor.
The mines were rich in Yang Qi, however, its purity was too much for many of the cultivators. This mine was both a boon and a curse since it gave so much Pure Yang for anyone working here, it would propel their cultivation, but too much of it…
"Another is turning! Help!" shouted one of the slaves, his voice breaking form the heat, his cracked lips were bleeding yet he still shouted for help.
Two wardens came rushing in, to see what was going on.
One cultivator who didn't seem too conspicuous. A man at the early stages of adulthood, yet now he began to change to something other than a human.
