If one viewed the Intellectual Sword as a question, this question had too many initial conditions, too many parameters, and too much information. Even confirming it was extremely difficult, not to mention calculating the final result.
Chen Changsheng confirmed that he could not complete this sort of calculation, at least not in the middle of an intense battle. He even began to doubt whether anyone could complete this sort of calculation. However, Su Li had already proven in the battle in the morning that he could at least do it — Su Li was obviously not an ordinary person, but if he could do it, it meant that this matter could be done.
The night lake and the distant mountains were right in front of him. He very quickly shook off his discouraged and fearful mood. He thought about how he could memorize all the directions of the Yeshi Step and use them. Even if he did not have the talent to calculate and see through people's minds, he might still be able to use this stupid method to reach his goal. If he did not have time to calculate in battle, then he would first do countless questions until he could turn this sort of calculation into instinct. Perhaps he could really save some time.
But how could he do countless questions in advance? If he returned to the capital, it might be possible, but where could he find so many Star Condensation experts to fight? And even if he could not solve those questions, would he be killed by his opponent?
He noticed that there were countless specks of light in the night lake in front of him. Those were the reflections of the stars. He raised his head and gazed at the night sky. He saw the countless stars on the pitch-black curtain, quietly looking at him.
Humans (Divine race) are the world's most complex research subjects. Because they have different levels of intelligence, different life experiences, and their emotional changes and mental activities are more in a random state. As a result, the final objective appearance that they present is all different. It is incomparably complex, and only our vast starry sky can compare.
Many years ago, the most knowledgeable Pope, who had made the greatest contribution to humanity's knowledge, sighed at the starry sky. It was recorded in the ancient records of the Orthodoxy. In that era, there was also a demon scholar, Tong Gus. When he traveled south to Snowhold Pass and saw the sky full of stars, he also said similar words in shock.
Looking at the starry sky, Chen Changsheng thought of these words. He sensed the red star that belonged to him in the distance, invisible to the naked eye. Then he raised his right hand and pointed at a certain region of stars in the night sky. From there, he plucked a star chart and placed it in front of his eyes. Of course, this was just an image, not something that actually happened.
On the last night of viewing the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books, he had combined the lines of the seventeen monoliths of the front mausoleum together, forming a star chart. It was the one before his eyes. This star atlas was only an extremely small part of the entire starry sky, but there were hundreds of millions of stars on it, emitting either bright or dark rays of light in front of his eyes. It seemed solemn, eternal, and motionless.
But he knew that these stars were moving at every moment.
Every star represented a condition. A moving star meant that the star was undergoing a change. For example, the growth of age, the exhaustion of physical strength, the decline of courage, and the gradual emergence of the desire to die. If the traces in the starry sky represented fate, then the changes in these stars represented the changes in many factors that determined fate?
The combination of the orbits of the stars was destiny. Everything was within it.
Even the Star Domain of a Star Condensation cultivator could not surpass this range. The movement of the stars was like the movement of Qi. The brightness of the stars was like the strength of Qi. Any condition, any information, could be simulated by the orbits of the stars. However, those conditions were more realistic and not as mysterious. Or, to put it simply, those conditions could be calculated and observed.
If one could see the vast starry sky in a concise manner, if one could find a way out from the sky full of stars, then one could naturally find the weak point of a cultivator's Star Domain. However … the stars were moving, and the many factors that made up a cultivator's body were also constantly changing. Then how could one obtain the final and clear result?
It did not take long for Chen Changsheng to understand. Just like this star chart, the position of a star did not mean that the star would always be there. Instead, in hundreds of millions of years, it was the place that it most often appeared. This was a question of probability. A star was most likely to appear at a certain place, so it was there. A sword would most likely stab at a certain place, so it would stab at a certain place. A Star Domain would most likely change however it was most likely to change. This was very difficult to clearly describe with words, but he understood. Then he began to solve the problem for the first time.
The first time he cultivated the Intellectual Sword, he did not slash at a Star Condensation opponent, but at the entire starry sky. He calmly gazed at the starry sky, countless streams of light flashing through his bright and clear eyes. Each stream of light was a condition, or perhaps a parameter. He earnestly recorded everything before his eyes, then calculated until he was entranced.
At five in the morning, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes. He did not sleep for the entire night. The positions of the countless stars were gradually branded into his sea of consciousness, and those extremely complex calculations made him consume countless amounts of spiritual sense and energy. Yet for some reason, he did not feel tired. As the morning breeze caressed his face, he even felt somewhat refreshed.
He had already touched upon the true meaning of the Intellectual Sword.
Of course, he was keenly aware that he was still many nights away from truly grasping the Intellectual Sword.
Su Li leaned against the warm body of the furry deer. He looked at him with some surprise, and then began to laugh.
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In the following nights, Chen Changsheng continued to observe the starry sky and polish his Intellectual Sword that had not even taken its embryonic form. Su Li did not give him any more instructions. Every night, he slept very soundly, but he purposefully slowed down the speed of his journey south. Su Li was keenly aware that he was currently at a very crucial moment. If he really could grasp the Intellectual Sword, then when he faced off against Star Condensation opponents in the future, he might really be able to catch them off guard and obtain victory, so he would rather sacrifice a bit of speed.
Yes, whether it was Su Li who had passed on the sword or Chen Changsheng who had learned the sword, they had always limited the opponents they could encounter on the journey south to Star Condensation. This was because cultivators below the Star Condensation realm were basically no match for Chen Changsheng. And if the opponent really was above the Star Condensation realm, those old monsters of the Saint Realm, what meaning was there in sharpening the sword just before the battle?
If the situation continued to develop like this, perhaps in another few dozen nights, Chen Changsheng really might be able to borrow the starry sky to wash and polish his Intellectual Sword into shape. Regretfully, this world could not give the heavily injured Su Li so much time. Even more regretfully, Chen Changsheng's opponent had finally appeared. Before the battle, no matter how one looked at it, there was no time for the meticulous work of sharpening the sword.
There were still tens or even thousands of nights before Chen Chang Sheng would be able to create the Intellectual Sword. On a certain day in the middle of spring, on a barren mountain two hundred miles away from Tian Liang County, an extremely bewitching man appeared. The man wore lipstick and wore a dancing dress. He looked just like a dancer. In short, he was just like Xue He from a few days ago. No matter how one looked at him, he did not seem like an assassin.
Chen Changsheng asked in confusion, "Why did they not seem like assassins when they appeared? Or is it to say, to become an outstanding assassin, one must not look like an assassin? Is this the creed of an assassin? "
"The creed of an assassin? What nonsense are you talking about? "Su Li said mockingly," Do you think they would be happy to appear with such a ghastly appearance? It's just that they came in such a hurry that they didn't have time to change their clothes. "
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(Apologies, the update is a bit late. Recently, my time and energy have really been a bit too much. Tomorrow's update will definitely be very, very late.)
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