The blood had not dried. That did not necessarily mean someone had performed an unimaginable operation here recently—though that was possible. If Professor Han had undergone surgery here, this blood might have been his.
But there were at least a thousand milliliters of blood on the Shi platform.
If this was Professor Han's blood, Lin Feng could only say that the professor had one hell of a blood supply.
The blood came in all sorts of colors, and its failure to dry was hardly a good sign.
The main reason blood dried up was Thrombin.
Under the action of Thrombin, Plasma-Dissolved Fibrinogen transformed into Fibrin Monomer.
At the same time, Thrombin activated Factor XIII into Factor XIIIa, causing the Fibrin Monomer to link together into water-insoluble Fibrin Polymer. These intertwined into a mesh that trapped blood cells, forming a Blood Clot and completing the Blood Coagulation Process.
If someone's blood could not clot, they might have died long ago.
With so much blood here, the likeliest explanation was that countless operations really had been performed on this Shi operating table. Not all the blood was human; some belonged to the anomalous beasts grafted onto human bodies.
To Lin Feng, the true tribe of the Queen Mother of the West was the stuff of myth and legend.
To the Queen Mother of the West's tribe, those divine beings might have been myths as well.
The truly essential technologies were always in the hands of a select few.
Even in the age of information overload, that remained true. Truly advanced knowledge was exceedingly scarce. Knowledge was power.
So what technologies had these Remnants brought with them when they migrated out of the Kunlun Ruins?
Why had they come here?
Why had the Iron-Crowned Daoist discovered them?
All of it remained unknown.
Lin