In the pitch-black night sky, withered yellow papers silently drifted down, seemingly bringing danger and unease. Wang Xuan caught them in his hand, only to find they were joss papers, burnt for the dead. He frowned, examining them repeatedly. 0

The joss papers, some half-burnt, others intact, and aged, fell from the starless and moonless sky. Wang Xuan looked up at the sky, then towards the village ahead. The sudden appearance of these papers seemed odd, making him furrow his brow.0

The village was eerily silent, completely dark, with not a single light on in any house. Wang Xuan hesitated for a moment before continuing towards the village. He saw signs of age and desolation – a place seemingly void of life for many years. The buildings were dilapidated, some collapsed, reminiscent of an ancient era.0

The streets were deserted, once bustling but now just marked by worn cobblestones. Wang Xuan walked down the main street, glanced at the dark alleys, and used his spiritual vision to scrutinize them closely. He couldn't resist entering a courtyard with a rotten gate and a collapsed door.0

Inside the house, he quickly retreated upon finding several bodies. They were desiccated, existing for at least a few hundred years. When his spiritual essence, containing super-material, touched the corpses, they disintegrated instantly like dust.0

Wang Xuan was puzzled. The bodies seemed to be remnants of spiritual...0