Wang Qi returned to the edge of the dais, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest.
In the field of theoretical computing—the mathematical foundations of computer science—the most important concepts of recursion theory, the Turing Machine, and lambda calculus spread across the entire Divine Land on this single night.
For now, they were merely footnotes to incompleteness and undecidability. But extraordinary people would eventually uncover the mysteries within them.
Even setting aside their theoretical significance, this gain alone was no small matter.
A leap forward in the theory of computational artifacts was equivalent to a leap forward in Wang Qi's cultivation method.
In the future, he could draw upon the resources of the Divine Land's mathematical community to perfect his cultivation method. This alone had already made the price worthwhile.
Not to mention the theoretical significance of incompleteness and undecidability.
He had already rewritten the framework of mathematics. So long as he survived the coming trial, he would become one of the Divine Land's foremost mathematicians. Whether in prestige or anything else, he would far surpass his former self.
These were the hidden benefits.
And if he promoted the ideas of the Bourbaki school at this moment, he could turn those "hidden" benefits into "visible" ones.
The Bourbaki school's research began with pure mathematics and ultimately laid the solid foundations for the physics research of a new century.
But not everyone could see that far, as he could.
More of those familiar with him were simply worried.
Mao Zimiao clutched her head, feeling utterly dizzy. "Meow... Sister Ai, what exactly is Little Qi talking about...?"
Confusion shone in Ai Qinglan's eyes as well. "I'm not really sure... Even though I don't understand it, it still feels incredibly impressive..."
She could barely understand what Wang Qi was saying—but what