Find the loopholes, then breach them.
That was the direction Fan Lang had set.
It sounded simple, but carrying it out was incredibly difficult. The Pangu System was immensely mysterious and powerful, possessing a self-contained system of laws whose sophistication rivaled even that of the Primordial Universe.
Fan Lang kept trying and hitting walls. He had already lost count of how many times he had failed.
The deeper his understanding of the Pangu System became, the less hope of success he could see.
Perfect.
The Pangu System was simply too perfect—flawless inside and out, naturally complete, without the slightest opening to exploit.
Fan Lang had less and less time remaining.
The outcome seemed all but decided.
Fan Lang did not give up. Until the very last moment, he would not surrender. Even at that final moment, he would still struggle with every ounce of strength he had.
The system had made him, and the system would undo him.
The system had given him everything he possessed today, yet it had also become a shackle around him. Like the golden headband atop the Golden Monkey's head, no matter how imposing he was, his fatal weakness would always remain in someone else's grasp.
"I refuse to believe this!"
Fan Lang rallied himself and pushed his computing power beyond its limits. Countless brilliant ideas emerged, and he could even write a cracking program in an extremely short time.
He fell time and again, then climbed back up time and again.
Then, things suddenly took a turn. After one flash of inspiration, Fan Lang saw a sliver of hope.
He used the connection between the outer system and the Pangu System to trace the information exchanged between them. When information was fed back to the Pangu System, he concealed his own code within it,