What should mathematics be like?
Precise? Mechanical?
Not at all.
Mathematics could just as well be random, casual, chaotic, and fuzzy.
From precision to fuzziness, from certainty to chaos—this was another great breakthrough in mathematics.
And Wang Qi's exposition of fuzzy theory showed that his understanding of mathematics had already delved deep into its essence. He even faintly possessed the potential to found another school of mathematics, one that could stand alongside the present-day Xiaoyao!
That was right, it merely revealed a possibility. Wang Qi had no intention of fully unveiling this brand-new mathematics. After all, in this world, it absolutely counted as a Xiaoyao-level achievement. Without sufficient immersion in cybernetics and systems theory, it would be impossible to find the inspiration for it. The detailed proofs for its many concepts and theorems were an even deeper pit; without a mathematics master's decade-long, day-in-day-out dedication, they could never be completed. Most importantly, without Gödel and Turing's contributions to mathematical logic, this fuzzy theory would be nothing more than a tower built on shaky foundations, unable to withstand scrutiny.
Throwing out something Wang Qi could not possibly have had time to research, and whose foundations clearly did not resemble Shenzhou's theories—was he not afraid the suspicion of him being a banished immortal was not deep enough? Compared to that, whether the Myriad Dharma Sect and the cultivators accomplished in other branches of mathematics could accept it was a minor issue.
What Wang Qi was doing now was explaining the concepts and part of the thinking behind fuzzy theory, talking down the Bo family disciple before him, then talking down every high-level cultivator watching this match.
"Wang Shixiong." Bo Xiaoya had already been deeply drawn in by what Wang Qi had said, and her tone became much more courteous. "This little sister