The jumble of knowledge left Zhang Ming dizzy and overwhelmed, his whole mind almost numb.
Some of the concepts had never appeared on Earth. With no corresponding frame of reference, vast stretches of the illusion were blank, like a fragmented dream.
At last, he emerged from Stone Mama's Spirit Language and regained his senses.
"Empiricism is the primary means by which intelligent life understands nature," Zhang Ming murmured. "Even today's neural-network AIs are trained on existing data. At their core, they're a form of empiricism."
"The Flame-Horned People..."
"But this knowledge isn't necessarily all correct. At most, it offers a glimpse into one tiny corner of the halls of the supernatural."
He did not believe that Earth's people were incapable of discovering this knowledge themselves.
Rather, given enough time and materials, Earth's systematic, comprehensive research framework could soon surpass Gong Zhizi's work.
Of course, the prerequisites were "enough time and enough materials."
On Earth as it stood, supernatural materials were scarce.
Nor did Earth's people have a powerful backer like the Black Tortoise.
"Never mind. I'll record it first and study it later."
Zhang Ming closed his eyes and activated the "memory library" ability he had acquired yesterday. It had cost him a full ninety attribute points!
A mysterious space glowing with milky-white light appeared in his mind.
Rows upon rows of enormous bookcases stood inside, each over ten meters tall. There were tens of thousands of them, enough to hold tens or even hundreds of millions of books!
Zhang Ming silently commanded, [Create].
An antique-looking book abruptly appeared within the mysterious space.
Zhang Ming wrote "Collected Studies of Metals and Stones by Gong Zhizi" on the title page, then recorded everything he had just seen. Before long, the mysterious space had gained a permanent illusory book.
Although he was