"Set up a Cartesian coordinate system and write out a ternary Heavenly Origin Group. Is that so hard? No matter how complicated or badass your swordplay variations are, can they break through dimensions or something?"
Wang Qi calculated as he mocked Zhen Chanzi.
The Sword Light stored in his mind was naturally no illusion. It was what Ancient Method Cultivators called a method beyond written words.
Narrative language could not carry much information. For spells complex beyond a certain point, Ancient Method Cultivators were incapable of describing them and could only force themselves to memorize them, passing them directly to disciples through soul inheritance.
Then Ancient Method Cultivators puffed up their faces to look fat, stubbornly insisting that true methods could not be put into words.
Modern Dharma Cultivators usually sneered at that, then burst out laughing.
Complex techniques truly could not be described with words, but couldn't you damn well use formulas?
Lord of Yuanli's three great principles described the movement of all things at low speeds, and in the end, they amounted to no more than three formulas.
The Heavenly Song Heavenly Origin Group of Wan Fa Guiyi pointed directly at the essence of electromagnetic force, and its core was only four sets of equations.
What spell could possibly be more complex than that?
No matter how intricate the runes and patterns outlined by your spell were, could they surpass the scope of geometry?
The spiritual state of the creator contained within the spell?
That was the most useless part! As the saying went, "Those who learn from me live; those who imitate me die." In the end, what a technique expressed had to be one's own. Why force oneself to imitate others?
What Wang Qi was doing now was analyzing the ancient sword art Zhen Chanzi had