School of Separation Traitor? School of Separation Standard-Bearer?

"After hearing this story, I trust you seniors now understand the content of my paper. As for this, I find it difficult to say whether it was a blessing or a misfortune."

Wang Qi's tone was calm and even, as though that astonishing theory had not come from his mouth at all, but had been spoken by someone else.

"A blessing?" Aike Man looked up at Wang Qi, smiled bitterly, then shook his head. "I cannot see anything in this that should make one feel fortunate."

Wang Qi smiled faintly. "If one day we truly managed to establish a logic that could, like the puppet judge in my story judging the automaton itself, determine whether a mathematical proposition was true or false, would we Mathematicians still have any meaning in existing? By then, Shenzhou would likely no longer need the Myriad Dharma Sect. One Ultimate Calculator would surpass all of us combined."

All the Myriad Dharma Sect cultivators lowered their heads, divine light flickering in their eyes.

If it truly came to that, then the Myriad Dharma Sect would indeed have no need to exist. An Ultimate Calculator—an ultimate artifact capable of providing an explanation for any mathematical problem within a short time. It would practically be something close to the Dao.

At that point, mathematics itself would have reached its end.

But had mathematics now reached its end?

Far from it, most likely.

On Earth, countless scholars had once clamored that "physics had already reached its end," that "humanity was about to grasp ultimate truth." That era had been the height of classical physics—yes, only classical physics.

People of that era had even declared that "the sky of physics was bright with sunshine, save for two small dark clouds."

That was only because they could not see the next