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Zhenjie Mountain is a mountain in the east of Shenzhou. It was originally the intersection of two sects in ancient times, so it was called "Zhenjie Mountain". This mountain is not high or big, but it still has some reputation.

And just recently, this mountain is finished. It seems to have been split open by a person, and then chopped off in half, leaving only a cliff like a screen and half a mountain. The broken part is as smooth as a mirror, even smoother than a knife or an axe.

This is the result of a random blow by a Yuanshen period master who lost control of his magic power.

"At that time, I wanted to protect this mountain to avoid hurting the small sect on the other side of the mountain..." A master of Tianlingling looked at the screen-like cliff and sighed: "It's a pity that it didn't come down."

Originally, that unconscious chaotic blow could blow the whole mountain away.

Bi Luoqian, a cultivator of the Lianxu period in Tianling Ridge, sighed slightly: "It's not your fault."

Behind her, several other masters of Tianling Ridge were carrying an unconscious cultivator of the Wanfa Sect on a stretcher. One of them was holding the chest of the cultivator of the Wanfa Sect, continuously infusing him with the Flame of Life to keep him alive.

The Yuanshen period cultivator who failed to protect the mountain asked curiously: "Sister, what kind of paper is this? So powerful?"

Even the creation of the Piaomiao Dao back then was no more than this!

Bi Luoqian shook her head slightly irritably: "I don't know... I don't know why they... why those idiots of the Wanfa Sect care so much about a verbal trick."

When some cultivators of Tianling Ridge heard the so-called "incomplete" for the first time, they all thought it was a brain teaser-style intelligence question!

These masters of Tianling Ridge are specifically targeted to treat the masters of the Wanfa Sect scattered all over the place. Since the Wanfa Sect has a greater requirement for speculation and a very small requirement for empirical evidence, it is not required to gather in one place. Some Wanfa Sect masters will choose to settle in their hometowns or other places with beautiful scenery.

There may not be high-level cultivators who can calm the situation near these people. Therefore, in order to deal with the possible big scene, all the masters who are still available in Tianlingling were mobilized, and even Guiyi League, Fenjin Valley, Piaomiao Palace, and Fentian Mansion sent some people.

Feng Luoyi's long-term training is valuable after all. Tianlingling Yangshen Pavilion has found a little pattern from the shaking of the Dao hearts of those trainees, and has evaluated all the Wanfa Sect masters of the third-level Grandmaster in advance, and summarized a rescue plan.

Even so. The Immortal Alliance dare not say that it can guarantee that there will be no trouble everywhere.

"I hope that the Wanfa Sect cultivators who collapse like this are only a minority after all?" Bi Luoqian could only sigh half aloud. Then. She looked at a man sitting on the other side who was in a state of despair: "Fellow Daoist Zheng, do you think you can still walk?"

The man seemed to have not heard Bi Luoqian's call at all. He just looked at his hands and muttered to himself: "How is this possible... It shouldn't be like this..."

This Yuanshen Grandmaster was also the Grandmaster of Wanfamen who was traveling abroad and found by Bi Luoqian and his friends. Bi Luoqian strode to the man surnamed Zheng and picked him up: "Fellow Daoist Zheng? What on earth are you crazy about?"

The man surnamed Zheng was also a Grandmaster of Yuanshen period. His Wanfamen cultivation method was very mysterious, but in front of a woman in Lianxu period. He had no power to resist. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry... I'm very confused now..."

Bi Luoqian shook her head: "If there is no problem, let's go? Come with us to the nearby Tianlingling base first, and I will help you consolidate your mind and suppress the throbbing of your soul."

"Thank you..."

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The spring rain is flying, benefiting all things. In the sound of pattering, the world is washed, refreshed, and all things grow.

However. In this place, some people can only see the haze.

Yixu Mountain, the land of ancient Yizhou, is now the Wanfamen in Beppu.

And ten thousand years ago, this place belonged to the Tianji School of Calculation, one of the predecessors of the Wanfamen.

Wanfamen always looks like a step that is neither slow nor fast, and always moves forward in a constant posture. Although it is not so energetic, it is full of vitality. But this Beppu is the opposite. Time seems to have stagnated here. Everything seems so old.

Although the headquarters of the Wanfa Sect is not here, there are many old monsters who are thousands of years old living here. They are the first batch of modern practitioners and the most experienced modern practitioners. The practice of ancient methods has slowed down their progress, and the ancient cognition has made their knowledge and views more serious. Most of these people can only barely keep up with the latest developments in mathematics.

However, for most of the old people, watching over the younger generation is also an achievement.

Moreover, these younger generations will always have some new developments that can drive these old predecessors forward.

But just recently, this time-stuck silence was broken.

The cry enveloped Yixu Mountain.

On Yixu Mountain, countless old people were crying with their heads in their hands. Because their way of thinking and practice methods are different from the most cutting-edge Wanfa Sect monks, the ancient knowledge and views have protected them instead.

They are crying for the self-confidence of the mathematician who has lost forever.

"I am not willing to accept it!" Wang Bei, the great master of the Refining Void Stage, shouted: "Why is it like this? Such a ridiculous thing, why can it be seen by so many people openly!"

Another Grandmaster Di Yuren also exclaimed: "The natural harmony of heaven and earth! How can it be incomplete? I absolutely cannot accept this result!"

"Let's go down the mountain! Let's show those young people who have forgotten the true meaning of mathematics."

"They are completely wrong!"

The Grandmasters who shouted the loudest have already stepped out angrily and want to go down the mountain. They don't know where to pour out their anger. But at least, they hope to teach this unknown author of the paper a lesson - a lesson they will never forget.

Wang Bei, a cultivator of the Void Refining Sect, was originally the fastest walker. However, his heart suddenly jumped and he stopped.

The ancient Grandmasters who followed him and wanted to go down the mountain with great momentum also stopped their steps at the same time and stopped on the same line. It was as if there was an invisible wall. Blocking their steps.

That was... peerless sword intent!

"Don't you feel ashamed?" In the rain, an old man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back. His hair was grey and his skin was gray. He looked like a dying man with half of his body buried in the ground: "I lost my heart for Taoism, but my knowledge and dignity are still there."

"What about you?"

No one answered. No one wanted to provoke a conflict.

Because, even if he lost his heart for Taoism and went astray, and his cultivation was only one tenth of what it was, he was still the Lord of Freedom.

The free and unrestrained who lived in seclusion here was once the sword madman Ge Langri, who was known as the twin stars with Lord Bai Ze!

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In the headquarters of the Wanfamen, another old man with white frost on his head was sitting cross-legged on the eaves, with a sword across his knees, looking up at the sky, watching another rain in the distance. Tears were streaming down his serious and almost mechanical face.

"Foolish boy... Foolish boy... this day has finally come..."

A gorgeous woman in palace dress stood quietly behind him and bowed, saying: "Teacher... are you still worried about my senior brother? After all, my senior brother just didn't think it through for a while. This time... the problem that bothered him will finally be solved..."

The founder of set theory, the former deputy master of Wanfamen, and also a student of Mr. Wei Er. At that time, Master Kang was criticized by the world and his self-founded way was hopeless. In the end, he lost his heart and left the stage and China sadly.

It was not until Master Suan took over the world and suppressed the atmosphere left by Master Suan. The environment in Wanfamen was completely new.

Now, the things that bothered the sad man are about to disappear, so the wanderer should also come back, right?

Mr. Wei Er shook his head.

"I just feel that I finally feel the pain that fool felt back then."

"Teacher..."

For some reason, the gorgeous woman was a little flustered, as if she was deliberately changing the subject: "No matter what... Senior Brother will not be hurt more deeply..."

"You are also a math expert, kid." Mr. Wei Er looked serious. There was no trace of regret or other emotions, as if he was telling a fact that was too obvious: "Once that self-reference came out, you can see a lot of things, right?"

The woman nodded sadly: "Yes..."

"Do you remember how people described me when I was at my peak?"

--Building a perfect world of mathematics from bottom to top, in which anything taken for granted and unproven has no place to stand.

"Do you vaguely feel it? This paper, this "On the Formally Undecidable Statements and Related Systems in the Arithmetic Chapter of Volume 1 of "The Calculation of All Laws"" is not all, it must have a sequel."

"And that sequel may be when my concept is broken."

--In "undecidable" and "incomplete", "true" and "provable" are not the same concept.

——Some truths cannot be proven.

The woman gritted her teeth, and even with her free and easy state, she almost couldn't hold back her tears: "Damn... Damn Wang Qi... And Feng Luoyi..."

"They are right, I am wrong, should we blame them? Where can I go to seek justice for those who were slapped by me before?"

There was a trace of calmness in the inorganic voice.

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In the training ground, all the cultivators were gathered together. They have been isolated from the news inside and outside for a long time, and they don't know what will happen.

Until Feng Luoyi, who looked sad, stood in front of them.

The national player of Cangsheng said: "Everyone, I called you here this time to end this training.

"Maybe some of you have proved "that theory" yourself, and some may still doubt it. Now I will give you the final answer. "

"Next, let me tell you a story. This story was once shown to all of you in the form of a mirage. But now, I want to tell you this story from the perspective of a fortune teller. ”}

Feng Luoyi told everyone a story.

A story about a puppet judge.

A story about a finite barrier. (To be continued ~^~)