Chen Youjia came to see Wang Qi on the morning of the eighth day.
She looked at Wang Qi and shook her head. "I still think you've gone too far... It's hard to even explain exactly what you did."
"I know. Both schools of separation actually dislike me. Now they just feel like they believed false advertising, so their dissatisfaction with me has deepened a little." Wang Qi still looked unconcerned. "If ill will could be quantified, then the extra ill will they gained toward me this time would amount to no more than one. They were already in the triple digits before—what difference did this little bit make?"
Chen Youjia gazed deeply at Wang Qi. "Was this matter really that urgent to you?"
Wang Qi pondered. "Mm... It really was urgent. I'm still very interested in certain things."
Su Junyu chimed in from the side. "I think you got this wrong too... If you really want to carve out a new world in a new field, it'd be best to cultivate a group of students. Even if you want to find like-minded people, you shouldn't have done it this way."
Wang Qi shrugged.
There was nothing to be done about it.
In mathematical logic, he had already pushed things to the summit and was nearing the end. Though this "nearing" was often measured in decades or centuries, compared with a cultivator's lifespan, it was still not a long time.
In the foreseeable future, apart from the "Forceful Method," there would be few achievements as thrilling as "Incompleteness."
Given his intention to delay attaining the Primordial Spirit, perhaps even after he had walked every road that could be walked on Earth, Wang Qi still might not have shattered the heavenly barrier.
At that point, research in other fields would hold