Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

Amidst the surrounding noise and shouting, Xing could only vaguely hear a few words.

She wore a candy-colored tulle skirt under her graduation gown and seemed to be talking to someone.

Xing followed the trail out of curiosity.

A mocking voice came from beside him, "The future? Ha, the future, why rush forward? Interstellar energy wars need more time to settle down."

"Then what brings you here?" the stranger asked in return.

"You're asking me? Just think of me as... an old friend who's come to pay respects at the grave of the psychohistorical school."

Xing was drawn in by these brief words, but when she turned around, she found that the candy-colored person had already disappeared.

"Damn it, I made a wasted trip."

Let's see how far the futurology conference goes; I wonder if the scepter has been distributed yet.

Since she hadn't found it, Xing decided not to continue searching.

Perhaps I was just seeing things for a moment, but why did I feel a sense of curiosity about her?

*Einstein: The perfect scholar, the ultimate pursuit of a scholar; it's astonishing that the legacy of an emperor could create such a being.

[Hu Tao: Endless life, thoughts, and perspectives—isn't that no different from being a god?]

Nicole: If I could find the Emperor's legacy, hehe...

[Ambly: Nicole, stop daydreaming. The fact that no information about the Perfect Scholar has appeared so far proves that he never actually appeared.]

[Star: Can the Emperor's Scepter really be realized, the Black Tower?]

[The Black Tower: Theoretically feasible. There was even a theory that Rupert II was conducting an experiment to crown himself.]

[Ring: That's quite possible! But thinking about it, it makes sense. Although powerful, it's still at least below the Star God.]

Wendy: I'm not surprised by anything that happens in your world now, but that primitive doctor of yours is really outrageous. Why would he regress humans into monkeys?

What should we do when civilization stagnates?

It's alright, let's go back to the ancient times and start over.

Wendy: Look, I can already predict even more people with eccentric fates; they're all talented.

[Ring: Wow, one wants to become a god of knowledge, the other wants to regress to an ape.]

[Black Tower: This is nothing. There's a successor of a relative cognitive school who believes that without experiencing happiness, there is no suffering. So he decided to turn everyone into babies and stones, calling himself... the Cleanser.]

[March 7th: Looking at it now, the stars are still quite normal; the occasional abstractness is harmless.]

[Star: This is my unique characteristic, you know? The character needs to be appealing.]

Sambo: Dude, I've been keeping your trash can in Belloberg all this time.

[Star: Good brother...]

"You're short-sighted! You only create greater value by focusing on one person! You're truly foolish!"

Stander, who wanted to monopolize the inheritance, left amidst jeers.

"Heh. That sounds nice, but it's all for your own benefit."

"Old man, get down here already, or we'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Wow, these scholars are really good at swearing. Let's watch the drama unfold."

Xing leaned against the very edge of the railing, watching the bustling event unfold like a circus.

Representatives from the Interstellar Energy School made recommendations.

"Ahem, quiet! Quiet!"

The room erupted in boos. It would be better if the issue could be resolved, but continuing to argue like this is not a solution.

"Our Interstellar Energy School proposes that the distribution of the scepter be divided into three options."

"First, allocate 95% of the computing power to four sufficiently challenging global problems."

"Second, a potentially successful, perfect scholar."

"Third, share all computing power!"

Parliament fell silent as everyone pondered how to maximize their own interests.

“I feel the need to share.” A young scholar said expectantly, waiting for everyone’s praise.

However, no one responded; all they saw were curious and amused glances.

The idea is good, but too idealistic.

The various schools of thought are the core of the academic community, and they will not allow the scepter to be used in this way.

At this point, people began to vote one after another.

After a long while, the representative stepped forward to make the announcement.

"It seems that everyone has reached a consensus, and 99% of people have made the right choice: to solve four global problems."

The essence of the problem is actually quite simple: one school of thought dominates everything; four schools of thought divide the legacy; and everyone can get their hands on the dregs.

From then on, the four major schools of thought, like four vultures, occupied the iron throne.

One is energy, specifically the interstellar energy school. This school aims to develop imaginary energy into a power source.

The second is the Life, Perfect Evolutionary School. Through various human experiments, such as creating the Crimson Moon, the Immortal Species, etc., they aim to create artificial geniuses.

The third is the unification school, a pure creationist school. It derives a unified equation for the universe and analyzes the entire cosmology.

Fourthly, there's the psychohistorical school, which deduces and predicts the future, addressing the question: Is the future of the universe predetermined, or is it a state of chaos?

Thus, deafening cheers brought the parliament to a close.

Rupert II, who once swept across the world, left behind all his power in the hands of scholars, or rather, schools of thought.

Even the most obscure scholar excitedly planned the use of the scepter, even if he never saw the true face of the inheritance before his death.

For those with no academic background or connections, they will always remain outsiders.

However, everyone forgot one fact: this wisdom did not belong to any organic life present.

Xing shook his head. "This is a disgrace to the Erudite Society!"

Pativia lowered her head helplessly and sighed in distress.

"Yes, we're like a pack of hyenas, gnawing on the scraps they left behind, and we're all smug about it."

"It's alright, it's a tool, and it might even help you deal with that unknown signal," Xing comforted her.

Pativia nodded and prepared to go back to apply for a share of the scepter.

[Black Tower: Alas, the first Emperor was an inorganic life form, harboring an irreversible hostility towards us organic life forms.]

[Screwball: Rupert II inherited the memories of the first emperor and considered himself an inorganic life form, believing that all beings except himself lacked consciousness, thus initiating the Second Imperial War.]

[Walter: Everyone knows about the Iron Tomb video from before, but the Imperial Wars are even worse than the Iron Tomb; any inorganic creation can be controlled by it.]

[Rin: I can't believe it! I'm cooking, and the refrigerator behind me suddenly attacks me.]

[Fou: What appears to be a distribution of scepters is essentially a struggle between schools of thought.]

*Bronya: When faced with self-interest, no one is truly selfless. These four schools of thought are, unsurprisingly, also the four largest.

[Fu Xuan: It cannot be denied that, despite their ulterior motives, each school of thought ultimately made contributions and promoted the development of many fields.]

*Walter: This unification shouldn't be a literal cosmic unification, but rather a unification of basic units, fundamental understandings, etc., in order to analyze all things and reshape the universe.

[Walter: That's right, but because of the existence of the Destiny Power, they didn't succeed. The Destiny Walkers created through copying and printing do not possess the Destiny Power.]

[Black Tower: There were some achievements as well. One person successfully created an artificial marvel, but died in an accident, so the technology was not left behind.]

Chapter 226 School Wars

There is a rumor circulating among academics.

One percent of a scepter will be comparable to a fleet, one-tenth of a scepter will annihilate a galaxy, one scepter will surpass cognition, and one thousand scepters will rule the universe.

Deconstructing cognition, stretching space, creating planets... the story of the scepter is mixed with a lot of fiction and fantasy.

But as it turns out, the fabrications of the vast majority of onlookers can't even scratch the surface of genius.

The power of the scepter far exceeds imagination.

This very technology had previously been used for mere slaughter.

Can you imagine using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot down a mosquito?

Xing arrived at Parthia's laboratory. "Hey, old classmate, how did you apply for the scepter? I'd like to learn from your experience."

Pattvia was bewildered; she had no idea how she had been selected, and she knew nothing about the judging rules.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea about the evaluation criteria for the association."

"If you could acquire all of the Emperor's legacy, what would you do?"

Without hesitation, Xing declared, "I will become the king of the universe."

"And what about you?" Xing asked Pattvia in return.

"Let's figure out that strange signal more clearly first."

Her answer was without any hesitation.

Xing nodded thoughtfully, then logged into the application interface.

The allocation of scepters and the tasks are related to the value of the project being measured. Based on the benchmark, the system will automatically allocate the remaining scepter computing power.

Star selection, 0120 - space replacement mechanism.

The system is approving... Your quota is 0.01% of the computing power. May you find the truth on the path of knowledge.

Xing gently stroked her chin, revealing a shrewdness rarely seen on her face.

One ten-thousandth of the scepter's computing power is worth the same as Parthia's mysterious signal.

It seems I'm not far from becoming a genius.

Or is the value simply a cobbled-together answer based on feasibility, applicability, and a black box approach?

Driven by curiosity about the scepter, Xing connected her consciousness to it.

Incredibly, the scepter has such a simple physical structure inside, without the various circuit chips of a conventional computer, just a simple mechanical structure.

But it possesses enormous computing power; the creation of a genius is indeed extraordinary.

A crude and ugly coding program interfered with the holographic synchronization of the stars, causing the scepter space to shake as if it were being moved.

Meanwhile, the construction team from the Armed Archaeology School was installing the final heat insulation components for the engine.

Swish, swish, swish, the massive flow of information swept over and swallowed up the stars.

"Oops, disconnect."

Xing snapped out of her daze, patting her chest with lingering fear. She had almost been driven mad by the information, though she knew she would feel better once she left the simulated universe.

After the emperor's fall, the scepters lost their ability to communicate and could no longer make the terrifying real-time decisions of the past.

Rumors suggest that the Emperor himself was the core of the Scepter of All Rights, which is why the Scepter of All Rights fell into isolation after his death.

But none of this is a problem. In the physical space, the dozens of scepters owned by the school can be directly connected using engines and pipelines!

We will recreate the glory of the imperial era.

Mollett, the chief scholar of the Pure Creation School, raised his arms and shouted, "Ignite the engine!"

The scepter before them gradually sank into the depression in space, waiting to reappear from the other side of the universe.

The scholars of the school of thought requisitioned all the remaining computing power of the scepters, unwilling to leave even one ten-thousandth of it.

Because they say, "That one ten-thousandth of the right to use it makes no louder noise than a speck of dust in the universe."

But if that's the case, why do they want to occupy it?

Pativia clung tightly to Xing's shoulders as if she had grasped a lifeline.

"Xing, tell them to give me a day, no, half a system day will do. The experiment cannot be interrupted here!"

Her voice was pleading; she was willing to give anything just to leave behind one ten-thousandth of the computing power for half a day.