Ancient cultivators really were ancient cultivators. Their ideas for solving problems soared beyond the bounds of convention. Whether they could pull them off or not, their imagination was beyond reproach.
The Mad Daoist's plan to upgrade the world was logically watertight. Cultivators had carried away the spiritual energy, so wouldn't bringing in more cultivators who possessed spiritual energy solve the problem?
But theory always ran ahead of applied technology, something Mo Caihuan understood all too well. She clearly possessed the formation diagram for transporting objects, yet without the materials, she could not put it to use.
Theoretical physics had already advanced to quantum entanglement too, but without the materials, it could only remain on paper.
This was true not only of science and mysticism, but sociology as well. Ideas such as equality for all, universal love, and opposition to aggression were highly advanced; they simply could not be put into practice.
Theory developed far faster than practice, and now another plan had emerged that was theoretically feasible but enormously difficult to implement.
"Little Mouse, did the Mad Daoist ever consider how to put it into practice?" Mo Caihuan asked.
The mouse puppet stood upright on the table and swished its tail. "If he'd known how, he wouldn't have passed away in meditation."
"I knew it would be something like that."
"You don't actually believe the Mad Daoist's mad ramblings, do you?"
"Judging by his diary, he was an extraordinary genius. His talent for cultivation was outstanding, and his comprehension of spells was exceptional too. The insights he left behind were priceless treasures. He also lived through an age of tremendous upheaval in heaven and earth, with the achievements of an era rich in spiritual energy on one side and the hardships of an era starved of it on the other.