But on the other hand.
Such a vast amount of knowledge, so many treasures.
Also proves that the world ahead will definitely be outrageous.
Just like when I was in the Underworld, if I hadn't learned bioengineering and causality technology, and hadn't studied in the real world.
Then don't even ntion that without a foundation, I definitely wouldn't be able to comprehend the causality formula.
Just saying, with this old starting point, if I don't choose a sequence, I'd be dead all five tis.
One must know, this is still a growth world without any danger.
The difficulty of adventure is rising beyond levels before I am even aware.
Moreover, in this world, speaking of causality rules that don't require combat power.
It's clearly an initial auxiliary combat power.
Zhang Feng felt that if he couldn't understand it, couldn't achieve initial blessings, couldn't calculate the future in a combinatorial way, the next world might be dangerous.
There's also a high chance that I'll have to use resurrection attempts to accept mistakes.
Zhang Feng is now starting to backtrack the logic in the text.
Wanting to study sothing, calculating its logic, is also the first step of its research.
Zhang Feng also vaguely feels that the text exists in a computational form of rule talismans.
As long as the quantum computing power in reality, or my own mind and rule computing power, can reach a certain level.
It should achieve so kind of sa-level and sa-frequency signal contact, rather than the current blind situation.
But thinking about computing power.
Zhang Feng feels that now he should be able to "compose" a vast and real dream.
Also considered before opening the 'computational world' in reality.
To first make a data sample.
Taking causality, fortune, neurology, and biotechnology as related research topics.
Pondering.
Zhang Feng turned his gaze towards the direction of Ling City with half a month's journey still ahead.
The experintal subject is the Saint Monarch.
Since I'm going to make a move anyway, why not do the research together.
Then wait for the evening, till the Saint Monarch is asleep.
I'll give him an absurd yet realistic dream.
A world full of computational power.
...
Night.
Thousands of miles away.
Inside the imperial palace of Ling City.
Unlike Zhang Feng and others who traveled slowly like rchants, leisurely touring back to the court.
Nowadays, the rhythm within the imperial city is extrely fast.
Whether they are eunuchs or palace maids, or guards.
As they walk back and forth in the palace, they take small quick steps as if soone is urging them behind.
Of course, this is also at nightti.
According to this dynasty's law, except for the main guards and those who are busy, all others must return to their residences by eight o'clock in the palace corridors.
And now it's half-past seven.
In the condition where they can't be seen casually running around within the palace, naturally, they hurry their steps back to their residencies.
anwhile.
The True Dragon Hall.
Now at the Golden Core stage of Great Success, the old emperor, who is over three hundred years old, is alone in the hall reviewing morials.
However, with the faint fluctuations of Spiritual Qi, one can also sense that there are twenty Golden Core and three Nascent Soul True n stationed around outside the hall.
At this mont, if anyone dares to co for an assassination alone, they would have no return.
Under the absolute guarantee of safety.
The emperor is very relieved while revising the morials.
Even the empress who wants to send so als now, was stopped by her father, who is a Nascent Soul True Man stationed here.
She could only timidly bow towards the True Dragon Hall, then as per her father's orders, have a Golden Core expert send it inside the hall.
The emperor saw the food being delivered and calmly ate while seriously correcting.
Having lived for more than three hundred years.
He has lost much of his human warmth.
But when reading a 'secret morial', sent in advance by the Crown Prince.
He rarely frowned, seemingly displeased with this Crown Prince who deals with 'cultivators' every day.
Overwise and adept in the art of emperors, the emperor also knows the Crown Prince rely wants to gather allies.
But now, he has at least a century more of life, still young! Still alive!
The Crown Prince's actions like this, sowhat impatient, are a bit displeasing.
Although it is not wrong to pull people in advance, to patch up one's wings is normal, it is the essential path of an emperor and heir apparent.
However, though the logic is correct, the emperor's heart just dislikes it.
It's like in the real world when elders are still alive, and descendants start asking lawyers about estate and property inheritance rights.
Can one be happy about that?
Yet, despite the dislike, nowadays only the Crown Prince is smart and talented, valued by many ministers and a True Man in the palace.
Moreover, this True Man is the empress's father, and the Crown Prince is his own grandson, the empress's grandson.
This blood relation mandatorily matches with the Crown Prince's actions, pitting rationality against principle face to face.
Although the emperor has lost much warmth, he still cannot escape such emotional conflict.
But fortunately, after finishing reading the letter, he was relieved that the Crown Prince rely recruited two experts, and more importantly, did not interfere with the disciple acceptance of the Profound Cloud Sect.
This is also the emperor's chief concern.
It's best not to offend the large sects on the rivers and lakes.
Otherwise, if faced off with them, while it's possible to vie successfully, other dynasties could ally with these large sects, exploiting the void.
'Master Lin and Master Li of the Baiyang Sect…'
Currently, the emperor also reminisces the information about these two people from the letter.
He vaguely rembers, both are Golden Core Cultivators.
The emperor's intelligence work remains comndable.
Notably for cultivators of the Golden Core stage, as long as they're known people.
The emperor has deliberately morized them.
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