The passage was not short. In the end, Huo Yuhao spent about ten minutes reaching the end of the underground corridor.
Beyond it lay a world of its own: an underground space of roughly five hundred square meters opened up before Huo Yuhao.
Excavating such a large space thirty or so meters underground, in a sparsely populated area at a time when Soul Tools had yet to be mass-produced and widely adopted, could only have been accomplished using Soul Masters.
This also meant that whoever had built this place must have possessed status and strength. Otherwise, it could never have been built.
The interior was brightly lit, with forty-eight people inside. Five were probably Soul Masters; judging by their auras, their cultivation was only around the Soul Ancestor level. The remaining "workers," none of whom had any Soul Power, were processing the "goods" before them.
During the time Huo Yuhao observed them, new "goods" were delivered from outside every so often.
The underground corridor Huo Yuhao had just walked through was not the only exit. There were eight other similar openings here.
Still invisible, Huo Yuhao walked among them, watching these "workers" work.
Huo Yuhao silently watched everything here. A "worker" had just finished processing the "goods" before him and began on the next piece of "goods."
When this "worker" lifted the straw mat before him, what met Huo Yuhao's eyes was the face of an elderly man around sixty years old, lying quietly on the ground.
Perhaps this old man had never imagined that he would have to undergo something like this at the very end.
It was so quiet here. There was no idle conversation, only the sounds produced by their "work" and the occasional urging of the five Soul Masters.
Still invisible, Huo Yuhao quietly watched the