Chapter 628 - 342: The Sword Left for the Celestial Palace Inheritor of the Sword Kingdom
Brush, brush, brush...
At the center of the Ghost Eye Machine Room, Bai Mo sat beside the desk, wielding a stylus, and flourished on the tablet, writing down his thoughts on Qinghua Rain and the conclusions he deduced using the text of Sequence Six.
From time to time, he used Divine Sense to assign tasks to the Ghost Eyes within this machine room.
In various pools all around, batches of Ghost Eyes were wriggling, consuming sugars, accepting tasks, conducting deductions, and returning the results to Bai Mo.
Brush, brush, brush...
Bai Mo jotted down yet another deduction result.
"Hey, this feeling is pretty good, actually."
The entire hall of Ghost Eyes resembled a hall full of Immortals, sitting in rows and columns, receiving tasks distributed by Bai Mo, and then buried in intense calculations.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the hall.
"Ying, ying, ying!"
"Ao, ao, ao!"
"Ying, ying, ying!"
It was Quanquan Hu, Black Ears, White Ears, and a band of foxes, carrying stacks of thick documents, rushing into the machine room to deliver them to their master!
But seeing the pools of wriggling Ghost Eyes, observing the continuously consumed and replenished Hundred Flowers Juice, the foxes instinctively hushed, cautiously holding the documents, tiptoeing further into the hall.
Foxes were indeed cunning!
The state of the Ghost Eye Machine Room indicated that the master was probably busy and needed quiet without disturbance!
A line of foxes proceeded in succession, gingerly threading paths between pools, weaving past Ghost Eyes to find their master.
Only to find the master sitting behind the desk, smiling back at them.
"Why are you sneaking around like a thief?"
"No need to be so cautious, Ghost Eyes don’t mind noise!"
The foxes furrowed their brows... isn’t the master busy?
"I’m not busy.
"All Ghost Eyes are running at full capacity, I have to wait for tasks to be completed before I can assign new ones.
"What have you excavated? Bring it here quickly."
Receiving the stacks of documents gleefully delivered by the foxes, Bai Mo held several foxes in his arms, with others clinging to him, carefully raising a foam-wrapped stone slab.
"Unearthed from an anaerobic sealed space?
"Not bad.
"This stone slab is really brittle, easy to shatter."
This stone material wasn’t fit to endure ten thousand years of history to this day, only preserved due to a fortuitous sealed space.
Bai Mo used Divine Sense to penetrate the foam, observing the inscribed characters.
"Uh? This?"
He grinned aloud.
Previously, he’d wanted to find the Ancient Immortals’ specific method to stimulate Qinghua Rain using brains in jars, but his apprentices couldn’t dig it up.
He had given up hope.
Yet today, this document surfaced!
The apprentices rubbed against their master for a while, then scampered off to resume digging.
Meanwhile, Bai Mo continued distributing tasks to the Ghost Eye Machine Room, summarizing results, while reading through these ancient Fallen Immortals documents.
"Implant spells into the brain in jars...
"These Ancient Immortals used singing to stimulate the brain in jars...
"Hmm, here’s another one using visuals to stimulate brain nerves...
"This specific activation mode is..."
Bai Mo read and contemplated.
Sure enough, these documents left by Fallen Immortals, who spent countless hundreds, thousands of years, creating numerous vendettas and deaths, enduring many life-and-death battles, eventually hypothesized rather insightful ideas.
Some Fallen Immortals’ line of thought unexpectedly matched his.
Others went completely contrary.
Most just briefly intersected, essentially not overlapping with his ideas.
Bai Mo grinned, reading each slab, writing down new ideas, listing new tasks for the Ghost Eye Machine Room, and once processing power became available, a new task would be dispatched.
...
Pushing a cart around the machine room, Braised Pork Bun noticed the wriggling of Ghost Eyes becoming more intense, the noise they emitted growing louder, seemingly bearing increasingly heavier tasks!
"Ao?"
Having just added a scoop of ice cubes to Ghost Eyes, Black Sugar Bun noticed the Ghost Eyes consuming Hundred Flowers Juice rapidly, with the pool levels visibly declining!
"Ying?"
Clatter, clatter...
Clatter, clatter...
Two foxes simultaneously, wagging their tails, dashed through the machine room pushing carts, coming from different locations, reaching the main pipe pathway on the far left of the room.
"Ying, ying, ying!"
"Ao, ao, ao!"
Per the master’s instructions, in this scenario, to maintain the computing performance of the Ghost Eye Machine Room, the "mad mode" must be activated!
Braised Pork Bun dashed forward, twisting the metal valve to increase the flow rate of Hundred Flowers Juice entering the machine room, ensuring ample nutrients for Ghost Eyes.
Black Sugar Bun hurriedly installed large condenser modules on the pipes! These condensers rapidly cooled the flowing Hundred Flowers Juice, helping Ghost Eyes maintain optimal comfortable working temperatures.
After these operations were complete.
Braised Pork Bun lay on the pipe, hearing the Hundred Flowers Juice inside "splashing and roaring", with flow already up to speed!
Black Sugar Bun felt the ice-cold pipe.
"Ying, ying, ying!"
"Ao, ao, ao!"
"Mad mode" successfully activated!
The two foxes proudly extended fuzzy front paws, forming a loud, resonant high-five!
...
Bai Mo sat in the center of the machine room, tasks becoming progressively faster, harder, and more complex, being delegated.
In the room, batches of Ghost Eyes continued flawless operation.
At this point, the biological information they transmitted increased, even the nerves connecting each Ghost Eye carrying larger bioelectric currents!