Inside the laboratory, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone was left speechless by the greeting that came across the void.
After a long silence, Luo Yan slowly spoke.
They no longer needed to rely on the magic array for translation; they could directly communicate with this mysterious elder using pure spiritual power.
"How long have we been apart?"
He was certain that the friend before him was not the Pope who enlightened him. Although their spiritual waves were highly similar, there were still subtle differences.
That old yet kind voice echoed once again in everyone's minds.
"If we count by the alternation of days and nights, it has been fifty centuries."
Fifty centuries...
Five thousand years?
Even Luo Yan, who was accustomed to great upheavals, was momentarily dazed upon hearing this sentence.
To him and the scholars of the Academic State, only two months had passed, yet on the other side of the void, five thousand years had elapsed.
