The workshop pulsed with a steady rhythm that had long since become familiar to Han Yu.
Pools of darkened blood shimmered faintly under the glow of formation arrays, their surfaces occasionally rippling as submerged corpses absorbed energy and transformed. Around him, rows of Jiangshi moved with quiet purpose.
Some were adjusting array plates, others were transferring refined blood into new chambers, and a few stood perfectly still as they monitored fluctuations in energy flow with unblinking precision.
Han Yu stood at the center of it all, sleeves rolled back, hands stained faintly with dried blood essence that had long since ceased to bother him. His attention was focused entirely on a half completed Jiangshi before him, its torso open as he carefully adjusted a cluster of runes embedded within its Dantian.
