Chapter 1992.5 - True Library Palace (3)
Ye Zhongming looked at the formula that had hundreds of ingredients just for the materials and felt a bit dizzy. At the same time, his respect for the librarians could no longer be concealed.
The old Dean could speak with such certainty; undoubtedly, the librarians were convinced of the effectiveness of the final antidote formula. But they couldn't concoct the medicine themselves because the Ten Thousand Races of the universe wouldn't provide them with materials and tools. Besides the librarians, the other staff here were certainly the eyes of the cosmic races.
So, to ensure the final antidote was effective, they must have proceeded from a sufficiently thorough understanding of the toxin in their bodies, gradually deducing from low to high levels, ensuring every step was correct, so the final antidote would also be correct.
The things involved in this made Ye Zhongming feel awe just thinking about it.
Probably, they dissected their own bodies countless times. Probably, generation after generation relied on theoretical knowledge from books to deduce and research from scratch, spending thousands of years. Probably, to ensure effectiveness, they repeated and re-researched numerous times, cycling through the above steps.
What kind of perseverance and dedication was this!
Anyway, Ye Zhongming felt that if it were him, he probably couldn't do this.
"We need someone to help us, help us manufacture this antidote." The old Dean looked at the light screen, the result of the librarians' efforts over countless years, and murmured.
Ye Zhongming knew that what he was seeing was the ultimate secret of the librarians. He also knew that he was the 'chosen one' they had selected.