Li Taisheng frowned and moved away from the sinkhole construction area.
Over the past few days, the shrill howls produced when the high-energy jet streams erupting from the sinkhole struck the increasingly irregular wall structures left by repeated engineering experiments had become a vexing problem for everyone on the construction crew.
It was manageable during the day. But at night, when they were trying to rest, they would suddenly be surrounded by sounds like wailing ghosts and howling wolves—not once or twice, but seven or eight times, even ten or more. Anyone would be driven to a nervous breakdown.
At times like this, everyone missed the smooth soil and rock strata cross-sections that had once been polished by the ring of high-energy jet streams in the early days.
Liu Chengzai followed behind him, tugging the earplugs from his ear canals as he walked.
Li Taisheng did not do the same. He never wore those things.
During this period, in order to help the Dream Template specially supplied for the sinkhole collect information more effectively, he had fully opened all his senses and never let a single detail from the sinkhole escape him.
Even if it was only noise.
To be frank, his gains had not changed much from before. The "call" from the depths of the sinkhole continued, occasionally piecing itself together into several warped, fragmented images, but that was all.
Of course, what someone like High Priest Lanier, one of the upper echelons of the sect, might have gained was beyond his knowledge—he only knew that the Dream Template specially supplied for the sinkhole had undergone two version upgrades during this time, both of which had delved deep into areas beyond his knowledge.
Li Taisheng had not pursued the matter. After several rounds of intense self-doubt, he had physically