After leaving the research institute, Cheng Ye still felt shaken, his mind replaying two images repeatedly.
One was the mysterious Mount Everest, with its sky-reaching green staircase.
The other was the vanished building; if such a method exists, wouldn't taking away the source be a breeze?
"If only we could search the Elders!"
Cheng Ye sighed inwardly, yet he knew that with his current rank, he had no right to touch such methods.
Even if the Elders fully opened access, the Collector's 800-degree limit wouldn't capture any useful skills.
"I hope what Yu Yong said is just speculation," he shook his head. "Otherwise, with the infection source already troublesome, and combined with various natural disasters, it might be hard to find a safe place to stay in the future."
Cheng Ye was never one to worry needlessly, but the more he encountered the truth of this Wasteland World, the more he felt that humans were repeatedly courting disaster.
