"The extra rules in the Mystic Side universe—put nicely, they're called refinement; put less nicely, they're redundant..." the researcher said with a sigh.
Mo Qiong smiled faintly.
In a normal universe, the Great Dao was silent and vast, independent and unchanging, following its own course in a state of chaotic ignorance.
There were only various objective laws that seemed like coincidences. Everything was an inevitability born from chance under those laws.
The extra rules in the Mystic Side universe, such as the Heavenly Dao, were as if the universe had gathered all the information on its laws into one place and created a shared database of universal wisdom for all intelligent life.
An all-weather Wi-Fi network, all-encompassing and containing every natural principle. Intelligent beings could summarize them from their environment, or sit at home and figure them out for themselves, then directly verify them through the Heavenly Dao.
Physicists worked hard to form hypotheses, cautiously tested them, and struggled to reach conclusions. Cultivators had another path: meditation and comprehension. Their understanding of the universe still had to come from their own minds, but once their realm was sufficient, the Heavenly Heart would verify whether they were right under the guidance of an opportunity. Once verified, it was correct. There was no need for further experiments. Anything acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao was definitely right.
If it couldn't be verified, they would at least sense that their realm was insufficient.
Where was the justice in that?
Applied to the technological side, it was like Einstein not needing to write a paper. He could simply tell others the mass-energy equation he had derived, and scholars of sufficient attainment who were meant to understand it would suddenly see the light. Their Dao Fruits would tremble, and they would instinctively realize that the equation