The sun blazed high in the sky, a time that should have been sweltering. But here in Wujicun Village, whether it was the assembled researchers or the soldiers enforcing the cordon, everyone felt an almost irrepressible chill run down their spines in the dead-silent mountain village.
This had nothing to do with mentality or willpower. It was simply the shudder of a mortal life form in the presence of traces left behind by an Extraordinary existence—a tremor originating from the difference in their level of being.
Several mountains of flesh had been placed under a heavy cordon. Even basic research was strictly forbidden, with repeated orders that they could only be observed from a distance and not approached.
Even observing from afar came with heavy restrictions. Those who overstepped were often bound hand and foot on the spot, detained, and monitored to see if they had been affected.
