The Profound Truths Dawn, Dispelling the Obscurity; The Artisan's Heart Pours Out, Astonishing All Eyes

Fu Zhi poked half his head out from the crowded group of Mohist Officials. His grizzled beard trembled faintly with excitement, and his sharp eyes stared fixedly at the symbols on the wooden board. A glimmer of spirit seemed to flicker in his pupils, as though he had glimpsed a corner of the Great Dao amid chaos.

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is!"

He murmured under his breath, his fingertips unconsciously sketching the names in the air. "Voltage, current, resistance...

"So many precise laws are hidden within this generator. Before, this old man only knew that it worked, but not why it worked. Only today have I truly touched the threshold!"

Though he had not yet fully grasped the specific meanings of those symbols, drawing on decades of experience studying mechanisms, Fu Zhi could faintly sense the laws of cause and effect contained within them after only a little thought.

It was like the mechanisms his master had left behind in those days—merely from the bite marks where the parts meshed, he could deduce the logic behind the whole operation.

He could not help lifting his gaze toward Zhao Cheng, his eyes brimming with complicated astonishment.

Even if he had shut himself away to ponder these theories for decades, he might not have been able to figure them out.

Now that they lay before his eyes, he still had to rack his brains just to barely understand most of them.

But Zhao Cheng?

He had never personally taken part in developing the generator, yet he could lay bare the key point in a single sentence and even summarize such incisive laws.

And that notion of electromagnetic conversion, the generator's core principle...

Could such earth-shattering ideas truly have come from nothing more than a flash of inspiration?