Shen An, a doctor of theoretical physics, traveled to the world of immortality and was found to have blocked hidden veins and zero root activity. The elder of the sect asserted: "The level of Qi refining in this life will reach the sky."
Shen An breathed a sigh of relief - finally no more rolls.
He was cleaning the floor of the Sutra Pavilion with peace of mind, and his days were free. Until one day, he dug out a batch of ancient jade slips in a pile of waste paper. In the eyes of others, it was a piece of junk that had lost all its aura, but in his eyes, it was a data file of experiments on cultivating immortals that spanned thirty thousand years.
My fingers suddenly felt a little itchy. He wanted to build a model.
Since then, the style of painting in the world of immortality has become distorted.
While others were meditating and exhaling, he was deducing the optimal solution of the exercises, which he called "Taixu's Tao Diagram". Others were deceived by profiteers and went bankrupt. He spent three days calculating quotations and writing an analysis report to send the profiteers to collective bankruptcy. While others were fighting to the death in the ring, he calculated the attenuation function of his opponent's force curve and determined the outcome with one kick based on the timing.
After the game, he explained seriously: "It's not intuition, it's the zero point of the first derivative."
There was silence. The opponent begins to doubt life.
Shen An was helpless. He really just wants to hang around and wait for retirement. But the sect focused on him, and profiteers in the city offered a reward for him. The Wanxiang Sect vowed to refute his "heretical theories" at the Tao Discussion Conference. The Reincarnation Taoist discovered that a certain constant he calculated was subtly related to the ancient secret.
And as he opened more and more hidden veins, a bigger problem emerged: the underlying logic of this world seemed to really be able to be described using mathematics. The ultimate destiny that hangs over the heads of all sentient beings may, in essence, be the set of equations that Tao has been waiting for for two lifetimes.
When the whole world is forcing him to ascend, Shen An just wants to say:
"Don't rush me, I'm debugging."
