The Dissolution of the Ink Sect

"Turtle Master, what exactly is this Pangu Brain for?" People gathered around the ugly thing in curiosity. "It has no combat power! What use is computing power?"

"Haha, you don't understand." Turtle Immortal laughed heartily. "The world of the future will definitely be a world of computing power!"

"Calculation is the core of our Ink Sect! Let me test you: Suppose the inner camp has a circumference of 720 paces, the middle camp 960 paces, and the outer camp 1,200 paces. A, B, and C are on night watch. A walks the inner camp, B the middle camp, and C the outer camp. All set off from the southern inner gate. A takes nine paces, B seven, and C five. How many circuits will each make before they all arrive at the southern inner gate together?"

This was an elementary-school-level pursuit problem, yet surprisingly few people of this era could calculate it.

Turtle Immortal was vaguely puzzled. "You need to improve your arithmetic, or you might end up worse than machines!"

"My Pangu Brain may have no combat power, but it can design combat weapons. Come, help me design a Fire Attribute Flying Sword and forge it."

The Pangu Brain began to think. Its brain matter boiled, faint wisps of green smoke rising from it.

Several shadows stretched out, picking up hammers and fire tongs as clanging sounds rang out.

Amid lively discussion, a Fire Attribute Flying Sword was produced.

Though it was only of ordinary quality, it was already remarkable for a non-craftsman to create an extraordinary item!

Lu Yuan felt faintly puzzled. What exactly is this... In theory, only living beings can produce extraordinary items...

Could this be artificial intelligence? Huh, and what is artificial intelligence?

The surrounding crowd was discussing it as well, while some people were