Shen Le, Can You Take Off Your Clothes? Hurry Up and Take Them Off!

"Put you inside it?"

The director circled Shen Le once, then again, his brow tightly furrowed.

The Talisman in the glass enclosure was the finest result the Special Affairs Bureau research institute had produced after working on it for so long.

The Talisman was far too complex. Every cultivator they had found failed every time they tried to inscribe it into a jade talisman. None of them possessed such profound cultivation. In the end, they had resorted to powerful technological methods:

They used ultra-pure wafers, sliced into thin layers for making chips, and placed them inside spirit jade, raising the spiritual pressure as much as possible and slowly saturating them.

Once they had been saturated to the point where no more could be forced in, they were fed into a photolithography machine for meticulous engraving. After the engraving was complete, they had somehow pieced everything together, then piled spirit jade all around it, trying their best to make it operate.

After all this effort, there was at least a tiny spiritual energy response inside. Unfortunately, it could not operate and could not produce any reaction at all!

And now Shen Le was saying he wanted to put himself inside it?

"But it's solid inside!"

The words slipped out of his mouth. Several heads popped out from the edges of the glass enclosure, the hall entrance, and beyond the walls.

Some wore Daoist crowns, some had their hair gathered into high topknots, some had shaved heads, and some wore thick bottle-bottom glasses. All of them stared fixedly at Shen Le.

"How are we supposed to fit a person inside? Do we need to make it several times larger?"

Shen Le pondered for a moment. Looking at the monks and Daoists, then at the scholars thirsting for knowledge, he sighed helplessly.

"Do