"Hua Ji, you're just in time. We've spent more than forty days searching the area the Disruptor marked. We've deployed over eight hundred people and countless electronic instruments, but we haven't found a single clue..." Amu said at the outpost. They had no need to visit the site themselves; they wouldn't understand what they were looking at anyway.
The original plan had been to wait until the people on the ground had done most of the digging, then send the senior members over.
But excavating the Winged God had proved far harder than they had imagined.
The location the Disruptor had marked was only approximate. Even a single point on a map of North Africa covered a fairly large area.
It lay in northeastern Sahara Desert, within Libya: an empty, seldom-visited stretch of land.
The Illuminati had assembled a professional survey and excavation team of six hundred, plus two hundred mercenaries. They had dug deep and scanned the area again and again, but found nothing except sand.
The Disruptor had given them the location in January, and they had mobilized people to start digging soon afterward.
Now it was March 4, and they still had nothing.
"The Disruptor only told us where it is, not how many kilometers underground," Maxi said. "It may be buried extremely deep."
"I just want to know whether we can dig it up anytime soon," Carmen said with a frown.
No one answered. They had no idea how deep it was. If it lay more than ten kilometers down, wouldn't the excavation take years?
Carmen looked at Hua Ji. "I remember you saying that the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas' mentions Torch Dragon and many other relics of the ancient celestials. The Winged God was among them."
"Yes. It records that God Shao Hao was