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Within this obscurity, a shadowy figure glided through the shadows, moving with such fluidity that it seemed like the embodimt of the very night itself.

While it didn\'t move at breakneck speed, its every motion was silt and seamless.

The prison guards, no matter how advanced their cultivation, were utterly oblivious to the eerie presce sneaking through their domain.

Coming to a halt at a crossroads, the shadowy figure now stood before the path that led to the section where the most depraved criminals, stripped of their right to continue their cultivation and life, were imprisoned.

The appearance of these heinous individuals varied greatly. Some were human, a few were dragons, a couple of vampires, and ev a pair of werewolves. Yet, displayed any hint of remorse or reptance, their eyes as cold as ice.

The man closest to the shadowy figure, bound from neck to limbs, chained to the thick walls, had his cultivation sealed. He appeared in a pitiable state, but the hardness in his eyes revealed an absce of regret.

Curiously, the man remained oblivious to the presce standing right before him.

The shadowy figure spared him only a brief glance before turning its eerie blood-red eyes upon each of the doz inmates, each confined to separate cells.

With a slow, deliberate stride, the shadowy figure passed through the metal door of the first prison cell and approached the man within.

Within this particular section of the prison, the cells were devoid of light.

Housed in a dungeon-like prison, not ev a trace of moonlight managed to petrate the suffocating darkness. These cultivators were deemed so inhuman that they wer\'t ev granted the flicker of a candle, unlike the ordinary prisoners.

The oppressive darkness concealed the presce standing right before the man, and in his unawaress, the bound captive remained motionless.

The shadowy figure\'s face appeared twisted and obscured, with nothing discernible except for those unsettling, blood-red eyes that could haunt one\'s worst nightmares.

With a distorted and formless hand, the shadowy figure made a deliberate move, stirring a mild currt of killing intt.

The man, confined by chains to the wall, suddly snapped op his eyes, ssing the faint threat.

Before he could ev lift his head, an odd ssation overcame him, as something pierced through his neck.

Surprisingly, there was neither pain nor the release of a sound from his mouth, ev though he was screaming within. This unnerved him further.

His attempts to move proved futile, leaving him with the feeling of being froz in place. His sealed cultivation only added to his helplessness.

After a great struggle, he managed to lift his head, his eyes falling upon the igmatic presce. Something indescribable stood before him, a hand petrating his neck, yet there was no blood, no wound, only an icy coldness.

His vision was shrouded in darkness, with a sinister pair of blood-red eyes glaring at him from within the void. Suffocated and paralyzed, his thoughts echoed, \'What kind of monster is this?\'

"Shadow Extraction." From the shadowy figure, a cold voice resounded, but its words wt unheard, not ev reaching the man who knelt before it.

Trembling in the figure\'s presce, the man felt an veloping coldness that seeped into his very being. Mysteriously, an eerie, blurring blue ergy began to emanate from the man\'s body. The ergy twisted and condsed into a soft, sphere-like form.

Before the man could comprehd what was happing, he found himself sprawled on the g, lifeless eyes staring blankly into space as if his soul had be extinguished.

Though his heart still beat, blood coursed through his veins, and his brain functioned as usual, there was no life left in him. He would never wake up, forever an empty, living corpse.

The shadowy figure, its red eyes inscrutable, observed the ball of ergy floating above the man\'s lifeless form.

Without a word, it gestured, causing the ball, which contained the man\'s soul, to levitate toward it. The soul merged with the shadowy figure\'s form, and a momtary blink of its red eyes suggested some unfathomable contemplation.

Turning its atttion to the other prisoners who remained unaware of its presce, the shadowy figure disappeared from this man\'s cell and reappeared in another.

Once again, it faced a man bound by chains.

Employing the same mysterious ability, \'Shadow extraction,\' the shadowy figure repeated the process, extracting the soul from this second man and absorbing it into its own form.

Swiftly, the shadowy figure traversed the prison cells, systematically extracting the souls of all twelve prisoners, Its actions shrouded in utter silce.

Having successfully completed its mission, the shadowy figure turned back towards the prison door.

As it did, one of the guards patrolling the dungeon prison, by sheer coincidce, happed to be near the execution section. His alert sses picked up a strange noise emanating from the dark confines.

"Who\'s in there? Come out!" The guard squinted into the execution section, his eyes sharp and vigilant as he detected unusual movemts in the darkness.

He wasted no time in issuing a stern warning, "Whoever you are and whatever your purpose may be, this is Hailstorm Clan\'s territory. You\'re treading on dangerous g."

Suddly, he witnessed something that would haunt his nightmares for years to come. A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him expressionlessly from the shadows.

"What... What are you?" The guard took an instinctual step back, fear clearly etched across his face. What unsettled him the most was that he couldn\'t gauge the cultivation of the presce before him; it felt as if there was nothing there.

However, he trusted his eyes more than his other sses, and he was undiably seeing those blood-red eyes.

Th, those eerie eyes seemed to shift an inch closer, and the guard lost his composure, plopping onto the g. "P-Please spare me."

The eerie eyes moved nearer but did nothing, merely fixating on the guard who, at this point, looked as if he might lose control of his bowels.

"W-Who are you? What do you want from me?" Overwhelmed by a mixture of frustration and fear, the guard dared to speak.

The red eyes met his gaze for a momt before a chilling reply emerged, "I am the Lord of the Abyss."

The voice sounded like a cold collective speaking, and before the guard could fully grasp it, the shadowy figure before him vanished.

...

Ancestral Manor, Hailstorm clan.

In a spacious room adorned with exquisite ornamts and intricate paintings, the op windows allowed moonlight to cascade onto the grand bed at its cter.

A mysterious and eerie shadowy figure gracefully leaped through the op window, its form bearing a twisted, distorted face and a shapeless body.

The only visible feature was a pair of blood-red eyes.

Gradually, the eerie dark ergy suring the figure began to dissipate, revealing a young man with a captivating and otherworldly appearance. He had vibrant red hair and, as the eerie ergy evaporated, his blood-red eyes transitioned into a deep shade of blue.

Sam couldn\'t hide his satisfaction as he muttered, "Now that I\'ve extracted a doz souls, I\'ve gained a doz subordinates."

With a whimsical smile, he raised his arm dramatically and commanded, "Arise."

In response to his words, the room\'s temperature plummeted, and shadows seemed to emanate from Sam.

A blurry, blue-colored ergy wafted from his shadows, resembling wisps of smoke. This spectral ergy condsed into a doz figures, their forms exuding a macing and cold presce.

These beings appeared as if they were sculpted from coal, bearing no color other than the compassing darkness.

Sam observed that his newfound shadow soldiers were unlike his Shadow Emperor Incarnation form. These shadows possessed faces and bodies idtical to their living selves, though they were as dark as the night.

Ssing his gaze, the doz shadows knelt before him, displaying unwavering loyalty, ready to follow his every command.

Amused, Sam grinned and remarked, "Oh, interesting. My shadow soldiers, we\'re going to be very busy from now on."

As he surveyed his shadow soldiers, a sse of power, grandeur, and the feeling of being a king washed over him. He realized this feeling was somewhat exaggerated, giv that he had only a doz shadows.

Nevertheless, he already felt more powerful than ever.

Sam couldn\'t help but contemplate the might of the Immortal Shadow Emperor, who commanded millions of millions of shadow soldiers.

The magnitude of power that an individual possessed was beyond imagination.

The innate ability, Shadow Extraction, provided a glimpse of such pottial.

"Come to think of it," Sam mused, "the skills, physique, and the innate ability I inherited from the Immortal Shadow Emperor complemt each other quite well."

The innate ability, Shadow Extraction, granted him the power to extract souls and turn them into obedit shadow soldiers. However, it had its limitations – the souls would dissipate after use unless stored for future summoning.

That\'s where the Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique came into play.

The Soul Sanctum Imbibition Physique wasn\'t the most pott Supreme physique, nor was it among the top fifte supreme physiques in terms of raw strgth or uses.

It didn\'t hance cultivation or battle prowess, but it excelled at strgthing the soul.

This physique could absorb and store souls, converting them into nourishmt to bolster the host\'s soul strgth. It was the perfect complemt to the innate ability, Shadow Extraction.

Souls could be extracted and stored, only to be summoned wh needed.

With skills that focused on using soul ergy to directly affect and harm an oppont\'s soul, Sam realized the pottial of amassing an army of millions that could topple kingdoms.

It was no wonder that the Immortal Shadow Emperor had be such a formidable figure in his time.

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