Chapter 933: Just Solve the Problem!

His Dao heart was clear and transparent, his spiritual thoughts flowing like a spring—that was Xiang Weiyuan’s state after the meeting with the cultivators.

But Xiang Weiyuan had just returned, and affairs were myriad and tangled; he still had to guide Qingming’s direction, regardless of whether the cultivators were willing or not. Thus, he was stretched too thin to personally spar with each one, as Ji Liuli had done when first forming his Dharma Form. Yet missing this opportunity meant missing it forever—sparring months later would seem forced, requiring another excuse.

Fortunately, although Xiang Weiyuan also cultivated the Invincible Heart, since his days on the Ten Thousand Li River and Mountains, his combat style had never been one of solitary, refined duels, so he did not place special importance on the Invincible Heart—as long as he didn’t lose, it was enough.

It was also fortunate he had never deliberately pursued the Invincible Heart; otherwise, during this period of studying mathematics—especially while interacting with Rong Long—he would have shattered his Dao heart several times over.

Xiang Weiyuan’s top priority now was calculating the orbit of the third Cave Heaven. Inspired by Zhang Sheng, Xiang Weiyuan now realized the original two Cave Heavens were insufficient—he needed a third to complete the Three Generating All Things, only then could his Dharma Form be perfect and complete.

Having endured life and death in the Wild Realm, Xiang Weiyuan’s Dharma Body had been refined to perfect internal-external clarity; now, once the third Cave Heaven formed, he could officially begin Tribulation Crossing and attempt to ascend to the Yu Jing realm. With this Dharma Body, Xiang Weiyuan feared no heavenly tribulation—be it the Five Elements, the Four Saints, stellar phases, or yin-yang forces—he could simply endure them all.

The nature of the third Cave Heaven was not particularly significant; what mattered was the selection of its foundation. With Central Thick Earth and the Yellow Springs already established, the third Cave Heaven could embody Wood’s vitality, Water’s myriad blessings, Fire’s primal spirit, or Deep Darkness’s final stillness—anything would suffice, even a Pure Land Buddha Realm…

Xiang Weiyuan suddenly shuddered and immediately cast the thought aside.

If the Cave Heaven’s nature wasn’t crucial, then the options for its foundation multiplied—even now, no deliberate preparation was needed. When he returned to the Taichu Palace’s Benshan, he could simply open the sect’s treasure vault, raise his fortune slightly, and whichever one he favored would become his own. As for the offerings to the sect, Qingming was now vast and prosperous—no issue at all.

Everything was ready now, save only the orbit of the third Cave Heaven.

This task was simple—just solve a problem set. So Xiang Weiyuan began with full confidence, and twelve hours later ended with full confidence. Then the third Cave Heaven orbit, with full confidence, retained its original state—unchanged in the slightest from twelve hours prior.

Xiang Weiyuan suddenly missed Rong Long very much. He realized this orbit would make an excellent problem—one that could stump Rong Long for days.

After two more days of calculation, Xiang Weiyuan’s expression grew increasingly grave.

The third Cave Heaven orbit was not only pulled by the smoke and fire of the mortal world, but also disturbed by Central Thick Earth and the Yellow Springs Cave Heaven—its variables were countless. After a cursory calculation, Xiang Weiyuan realized that with his current mathematical methods, he might need to compute for thousands of years.

The only solution now was not to pile on computational power, but to optimize the algorithm. But the latter was the domain of Rong Long, Yan Shi, and Ting Hai; out of respect for his seniors, Xiang Weiyuan temporarily had no intention of joining them.

Xiang Weiyuan had never imagined that after boasting so boldly, he would be stuck on the simplest task: calculating an orbit.

Xiang Weiyuan set down the jade tablet covered in dense script, stepped outside, flew into the sky, and gazed down at the earth beneath the night.

At this moment, Qingming Moon hung high in the heavens, the night breeze warm, the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs echoing each other, countless green seedlings sprouting and bearing grain, vitality and hope rising with the earth’s spiritual energy.

Back then, young and impulsive, he had seized Qingming on nothing but Rexue alone, willing to fight to the death against powerful foes. Unconsciously, over a decade had passed. Xiang Weiyuan sighed inwardly, extended a finger, and drew a circle before him—the circle shimmered into a mirror, the Lingxu Mirror, capable of revealing a cultivator’s own Yuan Tai and soul.

In the mirror, Xiang Weiyuan’s face was deep and solemn, imposing without anger, radiating paternal authority. The only redeeming feature was his eyes—fiery, lively, like those of a youth.

Xiang Weiyuan was startled—was this him? This was unmistakably a two-hundred-year-old middle-aged man with greasy Dharma Form!

But he immediately recalled: the Lingxu Mirror did not reflect his physical appearance, but his true nature. From the perspective of Heaven and Earth’s Dao, he truly was over two hundred years old.

Xiang Weiyuan smiled bitterly.