Lin Su lowered his head and continued reading, starting from the first chapter.
Qian position...
Zhen position...
Kun position...
Earth-energy convergence point...
Parabolic apex...
Oblique projection...
Natural landing point of earth energy...
An Eight Trigrams Diagram unfolded in Lin Su's mind. Comparing it against those points, he calculated with his hands. Before long, he had worked out every point. Zhang Haoran truly was remarkable. He had actually calculated so many positions, and even managed to derive parabolas—mathematics from modern society—despite having no foundation whatsoever. There were only the slightest errors.
He finished calculating the first chapter in just half an hour.
The various points converged upon the Eight Trigrams Diagram in his mind. Suddenly, the diagram took on a strange sense of motion, as though it were unfolding a set of... formations within his brain!
That's right! Formations!
He understood completely now. What this Heavenly Scroll recorded was formations!
Formations based on the Eight Trigrams Diagram and operated according to the principles of the Eight Trigrams.
Because it lacked the Eight Trigrams Diagram, no one had been able to understand this Heavenly Scroll. Though Zhang Haoran was gifted and highly accomplished in miscellaneous fields, he still had no way to decipher it. The first formation was the simplest, yet he had made two mistakes. Even the tiniest calculation errors meant that, on the path of formations, a difference of a hair could lead to a loss of a thousand miles.
Lin Su spent the entire morning calculating and calculating...
At noon, he lay back in a reclining chair to rest.
Zhang Yiyu, a dignified Five Realms expert, poured him tea and nearly offered to massage his back.
There was no helping it. She needed something from him.
Lin Su's midday rest was not truly sleep. Over the course of the