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

After multiple iterations of the model, Pativia successfully reversed the ripple source.

Then she recalled the words of the Relative Cognition School.

"Knowledge circle, you may have heard of this concept."

"But, hypothetically speaking, what if we thought we had escaped the circle, but in reality, we hadn't even taken a single step out..."

Perhaps this solitary wave is just a fantasy I've held onto for a long time.

Pativia thought to herself.

The seeds of self-doubt sprout and grow – how can one prove oneself right?

Before producing results.

Confusion once again gripped her thoughts.

As the star guides the spacecraft's trajectory, it gradually aligns with its destination, and the overall structure of the ripples in the model becomes increasingly clear.

The spacecraft's decision-making system, Black Tower, had a somber expression.

"How could the Candle Ink School not have recorded something so important? Were they blind?"

The spaceship lurched and bounced due to the Black Tower's changing mood.

History is always unpredictable; it may be a coincidence, or it may be mysterious.

Even through the data stream, Xing could feel the shock emanating from the Black Tower.

"The origin of that ripple was the moment when the learned Venerable was calculating! That was... the standing wave of the Star God's thought."

[Qingyi: The secret hidden behind Gu Bo is about to be revealed, and it's related to your Star God.]

Could this be the burial site of the emperor, the location of that central scepter?

[Black Tower: The moment the Learned One began his calculations means that He had already calculated everything regarding the Imperial War. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the tomb of the Second Emperor lies before us—a truly opportune location.]

[Sugar: So what does the solitary wave represent?]

[Screw Gum: Lady Black Tower has solved it; it's a constant… a cosmological constant, which we'll call k. When the observed value is less than k, the future, past, and present of the universe are known and can all be calculated; conversely, the universe is infinitely large and cannot be measured, leaving the future in chaos.]

[Su Chang: I feel like the knowledge has automatically entered my brain.]

[Nasita: Does Lady Black Tower want this value to be large or small?]

[Black Tower: Of course it needs to be big, infinitely big. I pursue the unknown. If the universe were known, what would be the point? Only with an uncertain tomorrow can I break through my own limitations and see those undiscovered treasures.]

[Nakshasa: That's right. Why should our future be determined by others? Lygus, I... Anaxagoras, am determined to uncover everything hidden behind the Flame Chaser.]

An invisible star.

Rupert II believed he had hidden it well, enveloping it in imaginary energy, yet perfectly balanced internally and externally, so that even over thousands of years, the satellites surrounding the throne would remain undiscovered.

But it happens to be a perfect coincidence that the fixed point in the chaos perfectly coincides with His moment.

And it was because of this coincidence that the first organic life form set foot on its land after the fall of the emperor.

Pattvia stepped out of the spaceship, unable to believe the sight before her.

The metal-covered ruins resembled Rupert I's circuit. As the woman moved forward, the cold metallic aura brushed against her face, stinging her skin, as if telling her that this was not a place for her.

What about the second generation?

She saw a sea of ​​flowers, blooming organic life on inorganic matter.

A tall, inverted triangular tombstone stands in the center, its outline broken, the winds of time carrying the weight of history.

The builder single-handedly pieced together the metal piled up in the cemetery, gradually transforming it into the tombstone before us.

It was as if Rupert II had foreseen his death, deliberately reserving this undisturbed cenotaph for himself at the edge of the throne.

Pativia walked carefully across the metal floor to the tombstone.

She saw a unique bunch of inorganic flowers, the buds were made of hypopolymer alloy, the branches were made of transistors and copper wires, and the fragrance of rust and machine oil mingled with the scent of flowers.

She knew that what lay before her was the very spot where the emperor had fallen, a place that countless scholars had searched for in vain.

Suddenly remembering something, Pativia invoked the source tracing model, but the mysterious signal had already quietly disappeared, as she was already in the eye of the storm.

Shock, fear, excitement, loneliness... countless emotions surged through her. She needed time to process this fact. The stars fell from above her head three times.

Then, she had to spend even more time processing another fact.

At the source of the Lone Wave, at the core of the Scepter System, is the star itself.

That was the core of the scepter; we weren't wrong. But what was she doing, discovering such important information yet saying nothing back then?

That was the testing ground where emperors crowned themselves; our ultimate pursuit as scholars was within reach, the perfect opportunity to become the perfect scholar.

[The Black Tower: The core that controls all scepters and sends commands. Whoever wields it possesses the power to destroy the galaxy and instantly ascends to the top tier of power.]

[Dr. Truth: According to records, that period also coincided with the time when all the scepters were destroyed. What did she do then?]

[Bell: In other words, Parthia could control thousands of Imperial Swords at any time!]

Wendy: It's hard not to be captivated by this power, but what about your reaction? She destroyed the scepter?

[Fireworks: This is amazing! If it were me, I'd definitely set off a grand fireworks display across the entire universe.]

[Klee: Fireworks, Klee wants to set off fireworks too!]

The Wars of Schools are often criticized by historians as being undeserved. And rightly so, compared to many events that span decades, its duration is far too short.

Moreover, it was confined to the school of thought and did not have a profound impact on the galaxy, like a weak butterfly.

Pativia approached the core step by step, and with each step closer, she felt her heart rate surge.

Fear, excitement, adrenaline, and dopamine stimulated her emotions, causing her thoughts to freeze briefly.

Pativia felt anger for no reason, anger blinded by ignorance. She lost all desires and was left only with the urge to learn.

She came to the core of the scepter, a scepter that countless scholars never saw before their deaths.

The scepter is an inorganic bionic neuron cluster, a clumsy imitation of the erudite monk, but its computing power can reach the current limits of human capabilities.

The emperor created a celestial-level computational interference device, giving them the computing power to answer questions, but not the ability to ask them questions.

Because the emperor believed that tools were not worthy of thinking for him, not even the wise and learned.

He doesn't consult any individual; he relies solely on his own mind.

It is for this reason that, with his infinitely extending equations, his global vision, and his mind expanded by the scepter, he molded himself into the ideal, perfect scholar.

Chapter 232 Self-Crowning

He is the only cell nucleus in the nervous system composed of scepters.

He crowned himself on the cast-iron throne!

But Rupert II died, and his self-coronation came to an end.

What if he were to consider what would happen if he continued?

Stepping outside the circle of knowledge, creating a singularity of knowledge, and rewriting the anti-life equation that defines the universe's knowledge...

A great will of self will transcend the constraints of life.

All of this has come to an end for the Second Prince, who is only one step away from being crowned.

Pativia was taken aback by this conjecture.

If the scepter system is a tool for emperors to expand their thinking, then they too can ask questions of it.

They even expanded their own brains...and were crowned as prophetic geniuses.

She will become the perfect scholar!

Pativia gently placed her hands on the scepter and slowly connected her consciousness to the core.

Under the effect of telekinesis, all the scepters within the empire's territory instantly connected to form a complete nervous system, serving their long-awaited new king.

She possessed the power to question all the scepters and even to directly command them.

After much deliberation, Parthia prepared to ask the scepter a question.

Suddenly, a wave of self-doubt gripped her. She looked up into the depths of the flower field, where a sweet fragrance and a candy-colored figure drifted by.

She had spoken with that person several times; the woman's features were indistinct, but her words were concise.

Her words were as sharp and precise as a scalpel, cutting through confusion, dispelling illusions, and making her feel ashamed of herself.

"With my intelligence... can I truly crown myself?"

Pativia doubted herself, believing she was mediocre, not a genius.

She stared at the core of the scepter before her, hesitating for a few seconds.

Then, she abandoned the idea of ​​crowning herself with a scepter and chose to shift her gaze upwards, looking towards the limits of intellect.

"I want to receive a moment of His reflection..."

Then... as she wishes.

The scepter connects across infinite distances, mimicking the neural units of a wise man, and allows for brief contact with Him.

Pativia hoped to fill her brain with the vast ocean of knowledge before her, but her knowledge was merely a tiny water molecule in that ocean, insufficient to contain such a massive amount of information.

The erudite one cast his gaze upon the seeker of thought, remaining silent as always.

As the scepters that once spanned the imperial empire gradually fell into disuse, knowledge once again flowed to their sole destination.

Knowledge slipped through Pativia's fingers at lightning speed; she instinctively recorded it and forcefully crammed it into her mind.

A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her; she couldn't bear even a fraction of what He was thinking.

0.1 seconds later, the final core became scrap metal.

The experience of being omniscient and omnipotent was fleeting, and Pativia lay on the ground.

Frantically searching for a place to inscribe the formula, she gripped the rusty iron sheet, tossed aside the flower clusters, and left the fleeting mystery in her mind—that ripple—on the metal.

As it turned out, she was unable to sense even a moment of His thought, nor could she comprehend even the unknown signals He had been pursuing for half his life.

All I can do is numbly record the rigid formulas and fill every corner of the graveyard with my remaining memories.

How can mortals walk with gods?

Years later, Parthia became Dr. Parthia, and the formula she left behind became the famous solitary wave algorithm problem.

It wasn't until hundreds of years later that it was deciphered by a girl named Black Tower, thus placing him among the ranks of geniuses.

[You...you...she, she just paralyzed all ownership, rendering it useless and relegated to a mere spectacle! All she got was a vague and incomprehensible formula!]

What a waste! What a waste!

[Black Tower: Shut up. A bunch of cocky bums. What do you think you've got? You probably don't even understand the Lone Wave algorithm yet.]

[ScrewGumm: According to the data, it was Polka who ultimately stopped Parthia's idea of ​​self-crowned.]

[Bell: She's preventing humanity from breaking through the circle of knowledge.]

[Black Tower: That's true, but what's the purpose? There's no reason to stop it no matter how you look at it.]

That's a scepter! It's a real shame.

Wendy: I ​​think it's a worthwhile opportunity to gain access to the singularity of knowledge. History progresses because civilization advances only after the first person dares to break with convention.

[Jing Yuan: Aside from geniuses, I believe few can surpass Parthia's achievements; self-crowned is no easy feat.]

[Star: Black Tower, I remember you said Onpharos was a scepter. Thousands of scepters couldn't even keep the Wise One thinking for a second, so how did the Iron Tomb achieve the possibility of god-slaying?]

[Black Tower: I was curious too, so we came to check it out. Hmm, this firewall is pretty high-level.]

[Laigushi: Now that you two have arrived, why not show yourselves? It is against the proper etiquette of a guest.]

"Oh, there's another omnic here. You're Laikushi, tsk tsk, Ros Golem is yours." Black Tower turned to study the Genesis Vortex.

"Lagushi's expression turned cold. "Gentlemen, Onfaros is not a place you can set your sights on."

"Screwgoom: 'Your Excellency, the destruction of the Iron Tomb, the cradle of the Highlords, concerns the safety of countless lives in the galaxy. Warning: Our friends are trapped here, and I cannot stand idly by.'"

"I know your identities, geniuses from the Genius Club. Actually, we're colleagues, because I've also been glanced at by the erudite sage." Lai Gushi smiled knowingly, always watching Black Tower's every move.

"Moreover, as you all know, the Iron Tomb is under the watchful eyes of four Extinction Lords, and even Nanook has kept an eye on it."

"Black Tower and Screw stood side by side. 'You're threatening us without even knowing the extent of my power, Lady Black Tower. Hurry up and let us in.'"