Forty-eight hours had passed since the collapse of Hell's Gate, yet the sandstorm triggered by the earthquake was still ravaging the desert outside the base.
The dim sky affected more than just the lighting in the cultivation zone; it also weighed heavily on the morale of every astronaut in the Mars research base. Over the past two days, the atmosphere inside the base had been exceptionally oppressive. No one had a smile on their face, not even the polite kind used in greeting.
Romanov seemed not to have recovered from the terrifying disaster and had locked himself in his room these past few days. Professor Aubrey had recently been spending quite a bit of time with Scholze. The two appeared to be discussing Topology, Functional Analysis, and Superstring Theory.
As for Professor Furnal.
He was probably one of the people who had returned from Hell's Gate with the most stable state of mind.
To him, the samples collected from those ruins were practically a trillion-dollar treasure trove. The information hidden within them would reveal secrets from billions of years ago to humanity.
According to him, he was writing a paper analyzing, from a biological perspective, the civilization that had occupied this planet three to three and a half billion years ago, as well as the grave problems it had faced at the time.
But aside from him, no one cared about that now.
No matter what they had discovered in those ruins, it could not make up for what they had lost there...
"How is the cultivation zone doing?"
Sitting in his office, Liang Youcheng stopped writing and looked at Doctor Ming Wenzhe as he entered through the door.
"Nothing serious. The chip in the main control system for the ultraviolet lamps in Zone A1 burned out, but I've already