After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the stone steps finally came to an end, revealing a vast underground space before his eyes.
In the dim light, Gu Sheng saw that the walls around him were lined with iron chains, the other ends of which were connected to rusty iron cages, one after another.
Inside the cages were some people, dressed in rags, with disheveled hair and grimy faces, haggard-like living corpses.
Some were barely breathing, close to death; others had already perished, their bodies decaying and emitting a stench.
Gu Sheng noticed that some had the emblem of the Qingxia Sect etched on them, clearly disciples of the Qingxia Sect.
"This is the Soul Refining Cave..."
Gu Sheng muttered to himself, a chill rising in his heart.
He walked up to one of the iron cages, carefully observing the prisoner inside.
It was a young man, his eyes vacant and lifeless, his face pale as paper, covered in scars, evidently subjected to inhuman torture.
