Su Junyu made his way home at an unhurried pace. Because of certain earlier events, the cultivators from the Myriad Dharma Sect in his household had long since made their preparations. He was not worried that anything would happen at home.
"So that's how it is... self-reference?" Amid the turmoil of the Myriad Dharma Sect, Su Junyu walked quietly alone along the road. Weeping, hoarse cries, and chaos swirled around him. Yet it all seemed to have nothing to do with him. Standing apart from the world, the ease with which he had once laughed, scolded, and raged had, at this moment, turned into an otherworldly air.
"Self-reference..." He raised his head to gaze at the starry sky that had shone upon humanity for eighty thousand years, while marveling inwardly at that spark of wisdom which had crossed tens of thousands of years.
"This statement is untrue." Was it true? Or false?
This question had been raised tens of thousands of years ago. No one had been able to resolve the distinction between truth and falsehood within it.
Only when this "indistinguishable matter" was truly dissected in language sharp as a blade did people realize that they had already touched the "cliff's edge."
"The boundaries of cognition, the barriers of the finite, and the farther shore of the infinite..."
Just then, the calculator hanging from Su Junyu's belt trembled. He pressed his right hand against it, but with that single motion, his hand froze in place. Then he raised it before his eyes and looked at the misty blue light in his palm.
"Merely thinking about such questions makes me feel that my cultivation method has advanced a little." Su Junyu pondered. How strong has that kid Wang Qi become by now?
At the foundation of calculators lay logic. A