Whoosh...
The fierce wind blew over Fox Mountain.
In the Ghost Eye Machine Room, lumps of Ghost Eyes soaked in pools of Hundred Flowers Juice.
Bai Mo sat beside the desk in the center of the machine room, guarding the computer, sometimes flipping through notes, sometimes jotting down inspirations. At times, his Divine Sense spread like the wind, distributing computational tasks to the clusters of Ghost Eye servers.
"Let's give it a try... With the help of these Ghost Eye servers, developing the latter half of the Cyan Flower Rain Great Immortal Technique while calculating and simulating isn't too exhausting."
He took a sip of hot tea, picked up a pen, touched the tablet, and continued to write and draw.
In the machine room, pipes transported fresh Hundred Flowers Juice to the pools, providing nourishment for the clusters of Ghost Eyes.
These Ghost Eyes, immersed in full contemplation and deduction, squirmed and fluttered while absorbing sugar and occasionally flickering.
