The stench of a billion devoured souls, Ye Cangtian corrected, his voice a low growl. These are the records the Taixu Palace stole, copied, and then buried here, deep within my own archive, as a final insult. They reveal the true horror of their parasitic system. Unroll them, little spark. Let us see the full scale of their depravity.
Xiaochen carefully unlatched the iron bindings. The scrolls were made of a strange, light-sensitive material. As he unfurled the first one, a faint, sickly golden light emanated from its surface, pushing back against the ambient gloom of the archive. The light felt abrasive to his crimson eyes, and his Hell Core pulsed with profound disgust.
The scroll depicted intricate diagrams of colossal energy conduits, stretching from the planet's surface into the dis
