As a half-biologist, Huo Gu found the world of microorganisms irresistibly fascinating. Unlike the last Hadean Eon, his life was no longer under threat. With no external pressure and the global monitoring capabilities provided by the root system, he became completely engrossed in the microscopic world, forgetting himself entirely.
By the time he came to his senses, the planet had completed over three thousand rotations—more than three thousand cycles of day and night.
"It's been a long time since I've felt this at ease..."
Huo Gu laughed at himself helplessly. Ever since he had crossed over, he had constantly faced pressure to survive. Now that pressure was gone, he could not help but let himself go.
"Hmm, the planet's warming has more or less reached its end. It's about time to set up a contact point and get in touch with Ming, or it might start getting impatient..."
Huo Gu suddenly realized that something was not quite right. His perception of time was probably no longer the same as Ming's.
"...From my perspective, a long time has passed, but for Ming, only a little while should have gone by."
"After we establish contact, could it be that several thousand days pass before the other side finishes a single sentence, while I speak so quickly that they can't understand me at all?"
Huo Gu sank into thought. The more he considered it, the more likely it seemed. Recalling the global battle caused by that misunderstanding, he suddenly felt that it had not been an accident, but an inevitability born of these circumstances.
Ming's situation was rather special. Although the frozen era had passed, the current environment was not the high-temperature environment of the Hadean Eon. Huo Gu's slowed thinking had returned to normal, while Ming's mental slowdown still remained.
"Looks like