"No need for that long. Three to five shichen will be enough."
After replying, Xu Yi sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and cleared his mind.
He wanted to use visualization to dig through his memories and try to recall even a scrap of calculus.
With his current level of mathematical skill, he was confident that all he needed to derive the formulas for calculus was a little hint, a flash of inspiration.
Once Xu Yi had emptied his mind of distractions, his consciousness began to wander through the sea of thoughts.
This secret visualization method for searching through memories took a tremendous toll on the body. He had read about it in an ancient text of unknown origin, but this was his first time trying it.
His consciousness raced through the sea of thoughts. Under the secret method's urging, all kinds of thoughts manifested as countless scenes, and his consciousness flew past each one.
Pain throbbed deep in his brain, yet Xu Yi's face remained calm as he sat cross-legged.
After an unknown length of time, the scenes before the little figure of consciousness suddenly vanished. A great river of flowing, transparent waves appeared before him.
The little figure stared blankly at the river's strange, transparent waves. Suddenly, an extremely faint, tiny crack appeared in the river's center.
As if guided by some unseen force, the little figure of consciousness was suddenly seized by an inexplicable impulse. After staring blankly for a moment, it abruptly leaped toward the tiny crack.
Jinwu, dressed in trendy clothes, watched his newly permed curls sway in front of his eyes. The rich soup from the cup of instant noodles he had just prepared sloshed in an arc and spilled over the rim.
He jerked his head up. The ceiling began to shake violently,