Li Taisheng observed Baze out of habit. That was also one of the reasons he had specifically brought Baze along this time.
This guy hardly ever slept, but as long as conscious information leaked out, it would brush against the edges of dreams and reveal something.
Yet over the past few weeks, including this time, he still could not spot any problems. If there was a problem, it was only that Baze's thoughts were too pure, too focused. It was as though all desires and stray thoughts had been ground to pieces within his chaotic body-and-spirit structure, or as though he had become a Black Box. No matter what went in, after a whole series of incomprehensible operations, the information that came out and manifested on levels others could perceive was always the same old three things.
Faced with Baze like this, Li Taisheng had no idea where to begin. He could only set the matter aside for now, as he had before—after all, he had never been the one to handle problems. He was merely an information gatherer.
Earlier in the camp, he had talked up "sharing what each side had," but in truth, even the Observation Group might not know what information was genuinely valuable. Li Taisheng was no different.
Strictly speaking, he was merely a user of the Dream Entry Template created by High Priest Lanier, a somewhat autonomous human tool—a shepherd.
Even High Priest Lanier was really only providing transfer services. The true core work had to be carried out jointly by the upper ranks of the religious order.
More precisely, it had to be done by the order's Central District—the "Plant Type" system Ronan had spoken of—coordinating and gathering sufficient computing power from countless branches and Root Systems to conduct deep, coordinated analysis far beyond