The newly excavated bells of various sizes have been compacted with soil and casually thrown on the soft ground.
Swoosh...
A car drove past, its huge off-road tires rolling over the bumpy and muddy surface of the excavation site, maneuvering around various excavators, and entered the excavation scene.
Bai Mo sat on a sofa on top of the car, his elbow resting on the sofa's armrest, listening to the rumbling of the construction site and feeling the cold wind, his windbreaker coated with yellow sand.
His eyes scanned the scene, his Divine Sense perceiving the details, and he felt a sudden realization.
"No wonder so many documents on the research of Great Immortal Technique were excavated in recent days.
"It turns out they have dug up the ancestral rite platform!"
