"We have to find a way to break the deadlock."
During the seventh group discussion, Ye Suqi, the leader of Chen Feng's group, said this.
"Senior Brother Ye is right." The responses below carried more than a hint of helplessness.
After the first month, group discussions were held once every seven days, while the general assembly took place once every fifteen days.
After all, no one had produced much in the way of results, and there was not much to exchange.
During the first month, everyone had truly let themselves go, tossing Yellow Crystal into nearly every environment where "life might possibly exist," probing the limits of the Yellow Crystal pathogen's activity.
After that...
There was only "isolation culture" and "histological research" left.
They had made so many paraffin-fixed samples that they were nearly ready to vomit.
Yet even now, they had not discovered a single distinctive point that could serve as a "breakthrough."
After all... this was a relic left behind by an immortal-level powerhouse. Rather than hoping this thing would suddenly lose the spiritual power that shielded it from scrutiny, they might as well hope that some mysterious black-clothed figure would rush into the Empirical Research Department tomorrow and fling the relevant materials in everyone's faces—at least with dragons existing in this world, the latter possibility was not truly zero. Who could guarantee there was not some senior dragon who pitied the human race for how difficult its path forward was?
"Hey, hey hey! Why are all of you acting like this?" Ye Suqi was displeased. He rapped his fingers around the table in a full circle. "Look at yourselves, look at yourselves, you all... sigh, only Junior Brother Chen is still seriously holding pen and paper."
Chen Feng said softly, "But I haven't written anything down either..."