Beyond the dilapidated village lay a wilderness. It had not been apparent while he was on the village streets, but once Chen Fan stepped out, he understood that the entire village was shrouded in some kind of restriction. He could enter and leave freely without limitation, yet some people could not.
For instance, the three young men and women he had encountered that day seemed deeply wary of everything within the village. They only dared speak with Chen Fan at the entrance to the streets. Yet experts who surpassed the Soul Division Stage and had reached the Body Fusion Realm could ignore those restrictions, only to be trapped outside by a small wooden door instead.
Chen Fan could not help feeling puzzled. What kind of restriction could produce such an effect?
But now that he had already left the village, there was no need to return to Field Paths Manor just to seek an answer from Mo Longyou. Facing the boundless wilderness before him, Chen Fan sensed faint threads of danger drifting in with the breeze.
The three young men and women he had met seven days ago were no longer there. Apart from the village behind him, not a single person could be seen nearby.
The villagers were astonished by Chen Fan's departure from the ancient village. They cast strange looks his way and murmured among themselves, yet none followed him out. In their eyes, Chen Fan had gone out to seek death. As for someone about to die, they felt there was nothing worth saying.
Chen Fan's heart was calm, his stride firm. One hand gripped the hilt of the Wuya Sword as he walked through the wilderness, neither servile nor overbearing. He looked nothing like a man seeking death; instead, a formidable aura radiated from him, his