In the past, after Xiao Chen returned the Holy Tree to Keke, he no longer controlled the small tree. He never imagined that the small tree would reappear.
Not long after, a rumbling sound echoed across the sky here, and large aircrafts began landing one after another.
The National Institute of Ancient Biology, the Ancient Mystery Research Institute, the Supernatural Research Institute… seven or eight research institutes, along with numerous researchers, arrived under heavy protection. Soon, the site was completely sealed off.
Yet, the news was not entirely contained. Foreign conglomerates were secretly plotting to get a share of the spoils.
Of course, ordinary citizens had no way of knowing any of this.
Where was Xiao Chen?
In the countryside outside Dongying, a small city within Shandong province, a recently drilled oil well encountered a problem and attracted a crowd.
"What's going on?"
"Something strange. The drilling rods and the drill bit shattered."
