Though Jing Jiu agreed to the request of General Li and Ceng Ju to participate in the plan to ignite the permanent star, it didn't mean that he had to stay in the circular base like those scholars and specialists.
He left the 857 Planet on the same night and returned to the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
The Scorching-Sun Battleship had been modified during the vacation. The computing core had been upgraded to the highest level in the Federation, and the wireless transmission capacity had been greatly enhanced.
The biggest modification was carried out in the storage room of the battleship. The storage room, which had been full of nuclear bombs, had been emptied, looking exceedingly large and spacious.
A chair was placed on the ground in the distance, which looked like an insignificant speck in comparison to the huge storage room.
A faint blue glow came out from various information nodes, refracting on the smooth floor and walls, forming a beautiful but unrealistic scene.
The chair was the soft chair on the balcony of the hotel at the University of Stargate.
There was a small clay stove to the left of the chair, on which dozens of fine and good-looking silver coals were arranged in an orderly manner, the faint blue flames rising up like smoke. An iron kettle was placed on the stove, in which a faint green tea was boiled.
Everything here was familiar to him.
When an entire civilization came to serve a single person, anything unimaginable could happen.
It was fortunate that Jing Jiu didn't ask for it; otherwise, Zong Lizi would have stopped her studies at the College of Priests and been sent here as soon as possible.
Seeing all this, Jing Jiu's expression didn't change. He put the black backpack under the chair and lay down on it, knocking on the armrest lightly.
Hua Xi picked up the iron kettle and poured a cup of tea for Jing Jiu. "Are we going to work here from now on?" she asked innocently with her eyes wide open.
It was not a big deal to call it work; but the problem they had to solve was more important and troublesome.
Hua Xi took out a ceramic plate from the black backpack and put it by Jing Jiu's right hand. She poured some sand into the plate, and then crouched by the side while supporting her chin with her hand, watching curiously.
Jing Jiu reached out his hand to the ceramic plate like he had done when they were in the small village, by the Sword-Washing Stream, and on the Shenmo Peak.
What was different this time was that Jing Jiu didn't use his fingertips to pick up a grain of sand. Instead, he grabbed the sand in the ceramic plate roughly and let it fall down from his fingers.
Following this action, the automatic metal racks on both sides of the warehouse began to rustle.
These metal racks had once held countless multi-phase nuclear bombs. When he was in the Haiyin Nebula, Jing Jiu had released all of them and used them as the source of immortal aura, which had helped him destroy that battleship and kill Reverend Chi Song.
What was placed on these automatic metal racks?
It was a chess piece.
Countless black and white chess pieces poured down like tens of thousands of waterfalls, slowly covering the spacious floor of the warehouse.
Hua Xi turned around and looked at these images. She covered her ears with her hands and opened her mouth slightly.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the chess pieces hitting the ground finally stopped. The black and white chess pieces silently floated up and floated in the air under the guidance of some invisible force.
Back when they were on the Chessboard Mountain in Zhaoge City, Jing Jiu had set up a similar three-dimensional Go game for Tong Yan, but it couldn't be compared to this one.
If this was a chess game, it would undoubtedly be the most complicated one in the history of human civilization.
These black and white chess pieces were not arranged according to the rules of the Go game. In some places, hundreds of black chess pieces were connected together, and in some places, only white chess pieces were placed.
The ascendants who had been to the underground of Planet 857 and seen that patch of starry sky could recognize that the distribution of these black and white chess pieces was similar to that patch of starry sky.
Looking at the densely packed chess pieces in the sky, Hua Xi asked in surprise, "How many are there in total?"
"Four hundred and ninety million white chess pieces, and one hundred and three hundred black chess pieces," replied Jing Jiu.
The information nodes hidden on the ground and in the walls continued to emit blue glows, and a great deal of data entered the warehouse through the specially built encrypted channels.
The ring glowed faintly for a moment, and then disappeared. The information had entered his awareness.
Hua Xi wanted to say something.
"Block it," said Jing Jiu.
It was unclear to whom he was talking to.
The information blocking wall on the battleship started to work, and the warehouse became an independent world.
Hua Xi walked to the soft chair and was about to sit down.
"No," said Jing Jiu.
Hua Xi looked at him in Silence.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
Hua Xi said, "These chess pieces are far from enough."
"This is the cross-section," said Jing Jiu.
Hua Xi said, "I'll go back then. You can do the calculations here."
"You have to do the calculations for me," said Jing Jiu.
"There's no place to sit," said Hua Xi.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "Sit down."
Hua Xi sat down in front of the soft chair.
It was the seat she usually sat on on the balcony of the hotel at the University of Stargate.
It was the seat Zhao Layue usually sat on on the Shenmo Peak.
It was like hundreds of millions of chess pieces had their own positions in the vast and spacious warehouse.
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Time passed slowly.
The black and white chess pieces hovered in the air in Silence, their positions unchanged.
Sitting at the end of the chair, Hua Xi lifted her small face and looked at them for a long time. In the end, she decided to give up, just like she had done every time in the past.
The plan to ignite the permanent star required an unimaginable amount of calculation, and it was the easiest part to solve. The most troublesome part was that the changes in the universe couldn't be carried out according to the mathematical rules. The Sea of Dark Matter didn't have a subjective consciousness, but it was not an inanimate object.
She turned her head to check on Jing Jiu.
Looking back, she had imagined several possibilities. His face might have turned pale because he had used up too much of his energy, or his face might have turned ugly because he had no idea how to solve the situation, or his face might have turned red because he was in despair. However, she had never imagined that she would see such a scene.
Lying on the chair with his eyes closed, Jing Jiu seemed to be asleep.
Killing a man from a thousand miles away, refusing to take ten steps.
Hua Xi had read the book and was aware of this guy's lifestyle in Chaotian; but she still couldn't get used to it.
Was he stalling for time or doing nothing?
Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes.
Hua Xi opened her eyes wide, as if she was startled.
Countless fine sword lights appeared in the deep end of his eyes and then disappeared, as if they were some calculating tools.
His fingers moved quickly, picking up the fine sand in the ceramic plate. He didn't create a new mountain or river, but he was solving a geometric problem.
A part of the Go pieces in the sky, tens of thousands of them, began to move at an unimaginably fast speed.
He was not playing chess. Once in a while, a few black Go pieces would appear, but they weren't taken away.
The black and white Go pieces were flowing like water.
Actually, it was the light and dark matter that were released and spread in a large space.
It was the result of two beings with different natures meeting and contending with each other, and they would even merge once in a while.
It was like two rivers breaking through their respective bends and meeting each other before a peninsula. Some of them were Sensei, and some were Turbid. They surrounded each other and then tore each other apart, forming their own small groups and living in each other's world stubbornly.
Tens of thousands of Go pieces were rotating and changing their positions, creating an impressive visual scene, resembling a metal that could change its shape along with the electric current.
Jing Jiu looked at those Go pieces in Silence. The sword lights in his eyes grew brighter, and the Go pieces appeared more and more frequently.
Looking at his face, Hua Xi's eyes grew brighter. She could vaguely see the word "hope" in her clear and clean eyes.
After an unknown period of time, the distinction between the black and white Go pieces was no longer clear. They were entangled in one place, like chaos.
If it were an ordinary Cultivation practitioner, he would probably lose control of his Taoist Heart and be seriously injured just by glancing at that place.
Hua Xi was a little nervous, and her mouth was a little dry. She casually picked up Jing Jiu's teacup and took a sip.
Jing Jiu glanced at her, and casually raised his finger and pointed at the sky.
A white chess piece had appeared between his fingers at some point in time.
That white Go piece fell among hundreds of millions of Go pieces.
It was like a spark falling into a dynamite.
It was like a basin of oil falling into a raging fire.
It was like a drop of water falling into hot oil.
There was a loud bang.
The tens of thousands of Go pieces in that corner exploded into countless pieces, and then fell to the ground and became ashes.
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(I should prepare a box on the ground.)
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