"I've got it! I've got it!" Su Junyu's exhilarated voice rang through the entire training grounds. He roared wildly, so excited that he shattered the manuscript paper before him with mana and flung it into the air, like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
For the past few days, the training grounds had been steeped in lifeless gloom. A group of Mathematicians whose convictions were destined to be overturned studying and exchanging ideas together was like a cluster of death-row prisoners huddling together for warmth.
Su Junyu's cry was undoubtedly an enormous encouragement to the others.
Bo Xiaofeng's mighty frame shuddered. He knew what Su Junyu had been contemplating. Though every sign suggested that perhaps some senior had already proved that "incompleteness"—or, if not, had at least refuted the Mathematician Sovereign's line of thought—
when that result truly appeared before him, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.
Su Junyu's display also drew the attention of the others. Over the past few days, quite a few people had learned of his peculiar ideas. Hearing that he was pondering incompleteness, many had secretly kept an eye on him—some waiting to see him make a fool of himself, others waiting for him to succeed.
And now, he had succeeded?
More people crowded around Su Junyu. Bo Xiaofeng was the first to force out, "Su Junyu... congratulations... congratulations..."
Su Junyu waved his hand. "It's not time for congratulations yet. I feel like I stumbled upon a major direction by accident... If it succeeds, the Primordial Spirit will be within reach."
Another cultivator who knew Su Junyu asked, "Primordial Spirit... You only formed your Golden Core three or four years ago, didn't you?"
"The road to the Primordial Spirit? No—if I really solve this problem, then not only the Primordial Spirit, even Void Refinement and Nirvana will