Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 900 - 229: Sound of the Great Dao (Part 1)

Slightly aged fingers tapped on the rounded body of an incense burner. The burning incense was agitated by the metallic sound, mixed with mystical mana, burning more evenly. Amidst the pure aroma, not even a wisp of smoke was visible.

The scent of premium incense mingled with the scholarly atmosphere of the room, clearing the mind, as if one could smell the fragrance of "wisdom." Only then did the Master of Calculation withdraw his hand, his gaze returning to the mirage game being performed inside the room. In the mirage, a man with a face as hard as iron stone and a tall woman sat facing each other. The man was asking seemingly meaningless questions, and the woman was answering. The background music was quite loud, so it was unclear what the man was specifically asking.

—Perhaps this is the technique of "blur"?

Outside the play, the Master of Calculation, Xi Baiche, recalled the words spoken by a teacher during poetry lessons before he entered the Dao.

There was not only the Master of Calculation in this study. Several other powerful cultivators who were carefree or close to being carefree were also present. They either sat on the ground or leaned against the table, watching this mirage game in a leisurely manner.

For the Master of Calculation, time was indeed very tight now. However, he didn't mind sitting down with his students to take a break and watch the latest trick.

Relax and tension, there's a way between them. Only by understanding the Dao of relaxation can one maintain long-term efficient thinking.

However...

"I'm really not used to these tricks now." It was clear that the Master of Calculation wasn't fond of this mirage game called "Silver-Winged Assassin." Although his gaze was focused on the mirage, his heart wasn't there. His sight seemed to transcend time, seeing memories of when he first entered the Immortal Dao, crowded with his brothers listening to storytellers.

"Strange." He mumbled, "Has my mind been disturbed recently? Why do I keep recalling these things?"

"Teacher." He Wai'er raised his head and smiled at the Master of Calculation, "You don't seem to like it? Please excuse us for bringing you here."

"Aren't you already occupying my place? If you truly didn't want to disturb me, then don't drag your fellow disciples into my study to watch mirage games." The Master of Calculation shook his head and scolded with a smile.

In the mirage, the woman's true form was recognized—she was an extremely realistic puppet person, even her memories were seamlessly woven. However, the man, the protagonist of "Silver-Winged Assassin," Dai Ke, identified her with his almost charlatan-like "question set."

In the transformed scene, the woman was screaming, her self-identity collapsing.

He Wai'er gave his teacher a meaningful look, "Actually, this mirage game is quite interesting."

The Master of Calculation watched the nearly lunatic woman in the picture and frowned, "Hmm...perhaps such plays weren't popular when I was young? I don't quite like it."

"When you were young, there weren't even mirage games." He Wai'er chuckled, "Besides, when I say 'interesting,' I'm not referring to how the picture looks, or whether the story is happy or sad. I rather enjoy the mathematical problems mixed in the story."

"Mathematical problems?"

"Just wait and watch." He Wai'er smiled and sat back in his seat. The other two or three Genting Sect Great Cultivators who were sneaking glances withdrew their eyes too.

These people were all informed by Feng Luoyi. They knew that the second and tenth questions of the Twenty-Three Questions had been solved. However, the way that individual solved them did not meet the Master of Calculation's expectations. For him, this could have disastrous consequences.

The inner turmoil of the people outside the play did not affect the mirage game's performance. Soon, the female protagonist Lei Rui exited the stage. As the fictional Godfather and Creator of the female protagonist, the Yangshen Pavilion Master came out. He looked at the male protagonist Dai Ke, his eyes profound, and his smile meaningful, "Silver-Winged Assassin, do you know yourself? Do you understand your own true heart? Have you ever tried to ask yourself?"

"Ask myself?" Xi Baiche, sensing the key, glanced at his student He Wai'er. He Wai'er nodded to him, indicating that this was the "question" he mentioned before. The Master of Calculation also had his own ideas about mathematics, quickly understanding the crux of the matter.

"'Ask yourself'...oh, it seems this mirage story isn't that new, just a routine. This so-called Silver-Winged Assassin Judge is likely also a puppet person."

"The set of questions by the Puppet Judge claims to identify all puppet people. So, can he identify himself?"

Having understood this key point, the Master of Calculation chuckled and shook his head, "Wai'er, this child loves to make a fuss over nothing. The distinction of truth and falsehood for 'This statement is false' existed among the Ancient Mathematicians thousands of years ago. What 'interesting' mathematical problem...?"

The Master of Calculation's smile also fell into He Wai'er's eyes. This carefree practitioner suppressed his anxiety, trying not to show it, then pondered in his heart, "Hasn't the teacher realized it yet..."

He didn't know that a hint of doubt actually flashed across the Master of Calculation's mind as well, "Ask myself...ask myself...why do I feel a tinge of apprehension when thinking of this problem?"

In the mirage game, prompted by the heart demon, Silver-Winged Assassin Dai Ke sat before a mirror, ready to use the set of questions that could differentiate all people and puppets to interrogate his own soul.

A slender hand swiftly fluttered past the teapot. A stream of clear tea filled the cup to the brim, even slightly above its edge. The tea surface formed a convex curve, seeming to still be near boiling point,

"The atmospheric pressure here is slightly lower than in Shenzhou. Don't brew the tea according to the boiling time," Feng Luoyi reminded gently with his eyes closed.

"Naturally, I am aware of such common knowledge." Master Turing held a teacup with hands not quite like those of ordinary men and smiled, "This Green Egret is a unique leaf from Fusang, newly roasted this year. Guarding this place, you must not have had many opportunities to taste it."

"I don't care much about such things." Feng Luoyi remained with eyes closed, raised the tea bowl with one hand and drank it all. The tea seemed to be at a boiling point but was essentially just ordinary hot water, not scalding.

Master Turing asked, "Brother Yue Han, what are you looking at?"

"Shenzhou." Feng Luoyi replied succinctly.

After refilling their cups with the second brew, Feng Luoyi opened his eyes, disappointedly sighed, "Ximen Master has not realized... Daoist Fellow He has already clearly pointed out the problem, yet he still..."

Feng Luoyi left the remaining words unsaid.

Among the various paths of Modern, mathematics is the least likely to encounter a knowledge barrier, yet paradoxically, it is the most susceptible. As a process of pure speculative inquiry, as long as mathematics lays out detailed procedures with logical reasoning, it encounters nothing it cannot navigate; yet as a discipline devoid of empirical validation of right and wrong, what is conceived could just as easily remain inconceivable. The dispute between Li Sect and Religious Alliance may be challenging to mend. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Feng Luoyi sighed for a while before asking, "Sage, since you are not one to frequently visit, what brought you here today?"

"Several questions, a piece of treasure."

"Treasure?" Feng Luoyi inquired about this first. When discussing issues with Elder Ji at this level of arithmetician, one could not determine how long it may take, better to address those that could be resolved immediately.

"There is a treasure I earnestly wish for you to see in person." Elder Ji Turing smiled shyly, pulling out a copper mirror from his sleeve.

This mirror resembled the ancient treasure Mystic Light Treasure Mirror, albeit only a few hundred years old. Feng Luoyi was familiar with this item, gently brushed it: "Bronze Immortal? Is this your lifebound magical treasure?"

Concerning this treasure, Feng Luoyi was not a stranger. This mirror, the original magic calculator of Shenzhou, was Elder Ji's lifebound magical treasure.

So-called lifebound magical treasures are special magic artifacts that integrate with the cultivator's mana system, essentially a part of the cultivator themselves, unrestricted by grade.

Several hundred years ago, it was Feng Luoyi and Elder Ji who jointly forged this original magic calculator.

"Indeed." Master Turing smiled, handing the palm-sized copper mirror to Feng Luoyi, "Take a look, old friend, this item is now extraordinary."

Feng Luoyi gently flicked the copper mirror, and a ring of black and white spirit light blossomed around it. Feng Luoyi furrowed his brow slightly; the mirror's power seemed much weaker than he recalled.

But soon, Feng Luoyi revealed an astonished expression. Although the treasure mirror appeared to have lost its spirituality, the mysterious true intent in the black and white yin-yang lost its distinct human clan spirit wisdom, yet upon careful contemplation, it became apparent that the mirror was not weaker, but stronger.

The mirror was closer to the "roots"!

Returning to simplicity, Martial Arts Grandmasters value overcoming formality techniques, favoring to strike at the most opportune moment with the simplest punch or kick. Their martial arts revert back to the category of "punch" and "kick."

"Punch," "kick" — the foundation of all martial arts. Master "punch" and "kick," and one has secured the basics.

"Initially, we were propelled by the imitation of the life beings' soul, driving the development of the calculator. Unexpectedly, you have reverted it back to pure yin-yang transformation." Feng Luoyi exclaimed in wonder, "You have reached this stage, I admire..."

"Your student deserves much credit." Elder Ji smiled, "Since adopting your student's theory, I have been contemplating whether beyond incompleteness and undecidability, there exists another path. During this process of contemplation, I have redefined the calculator's foundational concept, restricting its usage."

"Thoughts on incompleteness and undecidability, right?" Feng Luoyi helplessly smiled, shaking his head, "This has truly been troubling lately... What have you concluded?"

"I seem to have devised a proof method for another undecidable issue, differing from Wang Qi." Master Turing took out several sheets to begin explaining. Feng Luoyi restrained him and called into an empty space, "Wang Qi! Come over!"

Feng Luoyi, as the administrator of the Ten Thousand Immortals Illusion Realm, had a very high priority.

About fifteen minutes later, Wang Qi appeared in this secret land: "Teacher."