Before High Priest Cen Fu could speak, Xi Hui beside him laughed. "That really would be a massive tome."
Tai Yu replied openly, "Every project is a learning process, and history always needs its outlines clarified and its details filled in, whether it is a main current or a tributary. For a historical researcher, mastering these things can never hurt.
"I think this project can be pursued. Of course, it cannot be finished in a day or two. For now, we should still start with the simplest subjects..."
As he spoke, Tai Yu lightly plucked the "narrow-necked, broad-bellied bottle" structure woven from the Light Threads at hand, making the thing spin round and round once more.
But as it spun, it seemed to be disturbed by some other force outside itself.
Not only did it rotate, it also bobbed up and down. It looked as though it were in an invisible river, buffeted by gentle ripples and small waves, sinking and floating. After struggling for a while, it was eventually filled with water and sank.
That descent carried it straight into the "shaft."
As it descended, the thing gradually enlarged. By the time it reached the mouth of the shaft, its slender neck fit almost perfectly against the shaft's entrance.
Clearly, it had not been enlarged proportionally. Otherwise, its broad-bellied structure should have burst the shaft apart.
Why did she feel as though it was the shaft that would burst?
Mo Jia, watching from the side, grew a little dazed again. Then Xi Hui's voice reached her ears.
"Is this a one-to-one simulated support? If it can fit and replace it precisely, it really could increase the strength of that Demi-Plane..."
He did not mention the consequences of an imperfect fit or an imprecise replacement. Either way, the Demi-Plane would