Wang Qi suddenly realized that, according to the Dragon Emperor, he probably would not be able to find the Celestial Favored Clan or truly come into contact with the God Court before "that event" occurred.
Which meant...
"At the latest, ten years..." Wang Qi was stunned. "Do I have to race ants for ten years?"
Ke Like asked strangely, "What kind of thing is that to say?"
"I thought I'd find that clue somewhere with a whoosh, then reach the Immortal Heavens." Wang Qi curled his lip. "This means that before 'that event' happens, this sort of thing won't appear. Doesn't that mean I have to search the Star Sea at an ant's pace?"
"That metaphor... is truly novel."
Wang Qi stood up. "No, no. If this really takes ten years, it'll delay me far too much. Looks like I need to go back and properly work on some scholarship, striving to discover that 'disharmonious point' a day sooner."
Zhan Wo Shen said, "I think you'd better take it easy..."
"Time waits for no one!" Wang Qi rose and paced back and forth in thought.
Could the basic particle model of sixteen-state particles in this world be wrong?
Hmm, it could be wrong. If spiritual power were strong enough, models of basic particles with even more states might also appear.
In truth, there was still no evidence showing that the intensity of spiritual power had an "upper limit."
Much like certain matters concerning "finite gigantic numbers," some within modern immortal Dao had proposed exaggerated phenomena that might emerge once spiritual energy gathered to a certain degree—rather like Earthlings seriously discussing topics such as "a fireball a trillion degrees hot."
Sometimes, in such discussions, people who loved a stir would toss out one astonishing figure after another.
Yet no current theory