No sound could be heard by human ears, no ripples seen by human eyes.
Only earth-shattering thunder rose within consciousness, like a clamor of gongs and drums, like a tidal wave of blood erupting out of thin air from the soul's perception, rising from the ground and swallowing everything!
"You—"
The Colonel, who had just torn open the ship's cabin and soared upwards, only felt as though a bomb had been pressed against his face—no, as though it had detonated inside his skull!
Before he could even curse, his vision blackened and he fell once more.
Too much. Far too much.
It was already full!
It was about to be unable to eat any more...
Bitterness, hatred, despair, torment, hardship, jealousy, desire, hunger, madness—though the Wilderness was so barren that it held nothing at all, the poison in human hearts was like weeds and chives: impossible to eradicate, impossible to cut down completely, inexhaustible!
To an Artisan like Ji Jue, who was diligent and thrifty in running his household and loved being human, it was simply a fertile treasure land!
Over just a few short months, while the eight workshops of the underground factory produced endless creations day and night, they also provided Ji Jue with an unceasing supply of poisonous hearts and wicked thoughts.
The killing intent, despair, jealousy, and hatred emanating from that Spiritual Substance were all collected by Ji Jue, refined over and over, carefully purified, then poured into the Poison Heart Ring for catalysis.
He just didn't know whether they had been squeezed too hard, because the beasts of burden on the assembly line who were learning to be human again no longer had even a single drop left.
Every day, they were like walking corpses, blank-faced and vacant-eyed as they worked mechanically. Even in their