In the greenhouse, Bai Mo hugged his apprentice, sat down on the ground, rubbed his temples, and felt a slight dizziness in his head.
"The amount of thinking, it's still a bit too much."
It's the first time he's felt this way in years.
After all, genes, the amount of information within them is truly immense!
Genes are the language of the creator, the fire in the hands of the cloud god.
Humans will never be able to steal this flame; at best, they can only look up and glimpse the firelight shining through the god's fingers.
If the genetic information of a creature is a library, then what Black Ghost Eye possesses is merely one layer, one room, one shelf, one book, one page, one paragraph of that library.
Bai Mo's just given "gene editing scheme" is the same.
Forget about understanding the library; just tracing its tracks and finding this paragraph has already exhausted much of his mental capacity.
"Suddenly tackled a big task."
