The calculations in the Holographic Projection were extraordinarily complex.
But with Lü Yongchang deliberately slowing his derivation, most of the academicians present managed to keep up.
He Bilin frowned deeply, staring at the final string of numbers in the projection. Instinctively, he opened a Holographic Projection of his own and began calculating.
"No need to calculate."
Lü Yongchang glanced at the formulas and numbers in the projection from a distance and softly interrupted He Bilin just as he began.
"In 330 years-or, to be precise, 329 years and ten months-we'll receive the data transmitted by the probes that reach the second target region."
He Bilin's hands paused. "More than three hundred years..."
"Then, for those three hundred years..."
"Cryosleep," Lü Yongchang said gravely. "Everyone will enter cryosleep, and the fleet will travel with its resource consumption at a minimum."
"Until we receive anomalous data."
"Yongchang, what if we never receive any anomalous data?" Fang Xu raised the worst-case scenario.
Lü Yongchang took a deep breath to steady his emotions, then spoke in a tone of utter resignation.
"The fleet will remain here for 450 years."
"After 450 years, Zero will lead the fleet to the nearest stellar system to replenish our supplies."
Silence fell over the Laboratory.
Every academician's face showed some measure of reluctance to give up.
"Does anyone have any objections?"
Lü Yongchang waited a moment. Once he was certain no one objected, he issued his orders to Zero.
"Zero, send half the Black Hole Probes to the second target region at full speed."
"Have the remaining Black Hole Probes maintain their current orbits and continue their observation missions."
Because of the time dilation effect, Zero had to deliberately adjust the transmission speed, so the Black Hole Probes would still need some time to receive the complete orders.