The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 976 Academic Conference (Part 1)

However, despite the mathematical model being so simple in structure, rigorous in complexity, and full of rational beauty, everyone was momentarily stunned upon seeing it.

My thoughts seemed to have fallen into an unknown abyss, or drifted into an unknowable dream.

Both clear-headed and bewildered.

If one is clear-headed, one might immediately withdraw once one realizes the unfathomable nature of the matter.

Yet, its beauty is so captivating that it's impossible not to be drawn to it.

Then, the entire room fell silent.

Until someone finally came to their senses, like a pebble dropped into water, creating ripples, a clamor arose one after another.

The scientists present were all shocked, staring intently at the screen in front of them, trying to understand the meaning behind this long string of numbers.

The researchers watching the live stream remotely couldn't help but lean forward, as if they wanted to crawl into the screen.

The people in the underground palace were no exception.

However, no consensus could be reached on that long string of formulas.

Some people think this has nothing to do with archaeology.

Some say it's an algorithmic model of geomancy, while others say it's more like a time calculation formula in chronology.

As they talked, even group theory analysis of decorative patterns, ancient script language models, and spatial topological modeling of the distribution of relics came up.

The most outrageous one was that senior student from Tsinghua University who originally majored in economics but later switched to archaeology, who insisted that this was a mathematical model of the herding effect in behavioral economics.

As for Lin Yue and Long Yingxue, they completely gave up when faced with this complex mathematical expression, feeling that they might as well go back to sleep.

It's a pity there's no air conditioning up there; you can even feel the heat seeping into the underground palace. It's better to stay here and listen to the seniors arguing about this formula as background noise while I close my eyes and rest.

Now, not only in the underground palace, but also at the meeting venue, there is a great deal of noise.

The reason is the same: no one can clearly explain the affiliation of this formula. Depending on different disciplines or even different sub-fields, everyone has a different perspective, and the directions they see are completely different.

Since everyone was an expert in their respective fields, they naturally refused to concede to anyone else, leading to chaos on the scene and even causing them to forget the most surprising thing at the beginning.

Shen Zhiyu did not speak to stop him, but instead looked quite satisfied, as if she was looking forward to something.

Until, an aged yet resolute voice suddenly rang out amidst the clamor of voices:

"This is an inscription! This is a translation of the inscription!"

"What?" Many people didn't understand at the time.

Looking in the direction of the voice, one could see that it was Dean Wang of the History Department of Pingjing University in the Eastern Empire, with Professor Zhou carefully supporting her beside him.

She shakily raised her withered hand, pointed at the screen, and said resolutely:
"These are ancient inscriptions!"

Although many people didn't realize it, archaeological experts and even researchers in the underground palace of the Jinwu Ruins thousands of miles away suddenly understood.

Because this is precisely the hot topic recently.

According to the recent article "An Initial Interpretation of Ancient Relics Inscriptions", inscriptions can be considered as mathematical expressions in ancient times, only in a different form than ours, and can even carry more information.

"Similar to a projection of a higher-dimensional being onto a lower-dimensional one, what we can see is merely a partial cross-section existing within our own dimension. The true whole remains hidden in a space beyond our perception..."

"Isn't there a theory that everything in the world can be explained by mathematics?"

This statement was agreed upon by most of the scholars present.

Even if they come from different academic fields.

"Therefore, by the same logic, inscriptions can also explain everything in the world. This also explains why in ancient times, inscriptions were used for sacrifices, rituals, calendars, medicine, hunting, planting, and so on, affecting all aspects of people's lives."

"That's just a legend," someone questioned.

"You may consider it a legend, but perhaps we have simply lost the means to use it," Dean Wang said solemnly. "But now, with 'Introduction to Inscriptions'... interpreting inscriptions and even achieving their effects is no longer an unattainable dream."

"In fact, Professor Shen, you're using inscription technology right now, aren't you?" The old dean's gaze was like lightning as he shot towards Shen Zhiyu.

"That's right!"

Shen Zhiyu nodded slightly, a hint of pride and honor flashing across her face. "You can probably understand it as—this entire wall of mathematical models is actually an inscription translated into a language you can understand."

"When your retinas come into contact with this set of inscriptions, it's like accessing a program. This program will actively filter and project the 'parts you can understand' based on your respective academic background, knowledge system, and even thought process, directly mapping them into your brain."

"Thanks to that article, I finally found a way to communicate with you... about all the issues at the same time."

This format would not be incomprehensible if it were placed on electronic terminals such as computers and mobile phones.

It's just a small program with an authentication system.

The problem is, this isn't a virtual world; this is reality.

Is it really possible to achieve such a thing in reality?

Is it really possible to achieve something so extraordinary?

He Tao's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had noticed something.

Perhaps Professor Shen wanted to continue sharing, but someone had already eagerly asked the next question:
"Wait, what do these questions have to do with what you mean by destroying the world?"

"Yes! None of this makes any sense!"

"What do you mean by destroying the world?"

Why should we be obligated to provide answers just because you say so?

The crowd started asking questions all at once, and the meeting room immediately descended into chaos again.

Shen Zhiyu looked around and pressed her hand down.

Once the noise subsided slightly, she slowly spoke: "Don't worry, when I said destroying the world, I didn't mean immediately..."

"As for what it means, you just need to close your eyes and feel it with your heart..." Shen Zhiyu poked his heart and gave a deep smile, "You'll understand once you feel it."

This sounds mysterious and profound.

Many people didn't understand, but they followed what was said and slowly closed their eyes.

Some people simply didn't believe it and just stood by with their arms crossed, watching coldly.

But soon, they saw those with their eyes closed tremble slightly at almost the same time, their faces showing intense shock and disbelief.

How could this be?

It almost makes one suspect that this is a huge scam.

But everyone present was a top scholar and an authority in their respective fields. Who would waste their time cooperating with such a prank?
As a result, the doubts fell silent, and more and more people—whether in the conference hall or researchers from all over the world watching the live broadcast behind cameras—closed their eyes.

Just at this moment.

A beam of intense light, as if emanating from the core of a star, suddenly exploded in the darkness.

A wave of heat rolled in, engulfing my entire body, as if I were being swallowed up in a real explosion.

After the flames devoured everything, only the darkness and desolation remained.

However, when she opened her eyes again, all she saw was blood red.

In the crimson sky, there floated crimson immortal mountains of varying sizes, with pavilions and towers standing side by side, and cranes made of flesh and blood circling among them.

On the largest immortal mountain in the center stands a tall, blood-red palace, its outline magnificent and its aura sinister, as if it came from another dimension.

No, it's from another dimension!

Although the venue beneath their feet was still the original one, the sky above had long since been opened, and the surrounding walls and doors were completely covered by writhing crimson, as if they were living creatures, blocking all escape routes.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, their expressions filled with alarm.

It was as if everyone had been startled awake from a dream, or as if they had all fallen into a dream together.

Perhaps, this is the reality?

(End of this chapter)