"What was the beauty of mathematics? Master Kang had put it well: its essence lay in the freedom of the infinite. The 'Dao' of mathematics should not be shackled by form, by schools, or by concepts. Mathematics was mathematics. The mathematics in the eyes of the School of Separation and the mathematics in the eyes of the School of Separation were, in truth, the same mathematics."
"But ordinary people could not see this 'Dao.' Their gaze stopped at 'technique'—at specific formulas. Yet if they were not even allowed to see the antelope-hanging-its-horns and white-rhino-crossing-the-water aspects within those techniques, how could they ever reach the realm beyond technique and close to the Dao?"
More and more masters gathered around Wang Qi, listening as he expounded some of his own views.
Those views were all about "how to transmit the Dao to others."
Most High-level Cultivators who served as lecturers at immortal academies were interested in this subject. Either they truly bore the mission of passing down the immortal Dao of Divine Land like kindling passed from flame to flame, or they belonged to a particular school and carried its expectations, hoping to spread its ideas and bring fresh blood into its ranks. Thus, they cared deeply about this issue as well.
To them, Wang Qi's ideas were shocking, and his approach to transmitting the Dao, teaching, and resolving doubts was highly thought-provoking.
Jiang Lin had been completely squeezed aside. He had no standing to jostle with masters who were at least in the Primordial Spirit stage. Yet he still listened earnestly to Wang Qi's words.
Because he had arrived late, he had not heard Wang Qi's opening remarks and did not know the theme of his lecture. He only knew that Wang Qi had spoken of the Heavenly Song Heavenly Origin