As cold gave way to heat, three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Only over those three years had Wang Wu managed to thoroughly grasp the contents of the four jade slips on his own.
It was not that the travelogues written by Lu Tong and the other three contained too many words. Rather, what they had recorded were essentially scenes from their memories, so immersive it was as if one were there in person. And many of the concepts were things they understood, but Wang Wu had to learn from the very beginning.
After all, they had never belonged to the same class from the outset. There was a vast gap between them.
So, while reading, he also consulted reference texts. Many of those texts could not be found anywhere, forcing him to seek instruction from Zhuang Bufei or Feng Muhan.
After stumbling along like that, Wang Wu finally gained a rough, three-dimensional, comprehensive understanding of the Cultivation World he now inhabited. It was like how people of Earth understood Earth—everyone knew the Earth was round.
But in ancient times, proving that fact had truly required paying far, far too great a price.
"We can enter the concepts of this Cultivation World anew."
Wang Wu gave the instruction calmly. Many of the memory-travelogues in those four jade slips possessed a peculiar quality: once read, they were immediately forgotten. While reading them, one would think, Holy shit, this is so simple. But the moment one looked up—what had just happened?
A great many places and a great many concepts had been recorded this way, so Wang Wu had to translate them into his own terms and record them using concepts he could understand.
But ordinary paper and ink would not suffice for such records, nor would ordinary jade