The pair carefully moved along the narrow and dark streets of the factory complex. Lind found it all too familiar to his old modern world but it felt incredibly wrong in a cultivation one. It especially became worse with its purpose.
The glimpses from before were bad enough but taking a detailed look gave him a deeper understanding of the process.
The Fiends raised their humans and demons somewhere to simply be led to their deaths. They refined their souls and left lumps of flesh that were moved to other structures.
They were then manipulated by Fiend weavings into the headless shape they all knew so well. It was not that they lost their heads literally, but there was no need for them anymore. The mass did not change, it simply was used as efficiently as possible.
He now understood how the damn things worked perfectly. All the experiments and study of the horde were no longer needed. The cells of each creature were made as a discrete organism. They were mortals!
