Time passed by in the blink of an eye.
A month had passed by since Fang Xingjian went into seclusion, training on the Moon.
With Fang Xingjian's current knowledge level and his brain's computational abilities, along with the reinforcements from the ten levels of the mystical prints and his number one sword arts talent... His full effort in coming up with the derivations was comparable to that of the joint efforts of over 100,000 top-notch professors, scholars, and scientists.
Furthermore, it would be like the efforts of the 100,000 top-notch professors if they were of one mind, could have exchanges as they wished, and could also continuously make personal observations of the microscopic world. With a single thought, Fang Xingjian would be able to conduct all sorts of experiments as and when he wished in the universe's void space, and he would be able to keep on charging out toward one direction.
