Jing Jiu agreed to the request of General Li and Zeng Ju, and joined the Star Ignition Project, but this does not mean that he will stay in the ring base like those scholars and experts.
That night, he left planet 857 and returned to the Battleship Lieyang.
During these days of vacation, the battleship Lieyang has been undergoing transformation, the computing core has been upgraded to the highest level in the alliance, and the wireless transmission load has also been greatly enhanced.
The biggest transformation took place in the warehouse of the battleship. The warehouse that was once full of nuclear bombs has been completely emptied, and it looks extremely empty and huge.
There is a chair on the ground in the distance, which is like an inconspicuous point compared with the huge warehouse.
Light blue light emerges from each information node, constantly refracting between the smooth floor and walls, transforming into a beautiful but unrealistic picture.
The chair was one of those soft chairs on the terrace of the Stargate University Hotel.
There is a small clay stove on the left side of the chair. Dozens of slender and beautiful silver charcoals are neatly arranged. A light blue flame rises from it like smoke.
Everything is familiar to him.
When an entire civilization comes to serve a single person, anything unimaginable can happen.
This meant that he did not make a request, otherwise Zhong Lizi would definitely interrupt his studies at the Priest Academy and be sent here as quickly as possible.
Looking at these pictures, Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged. He put the black backpack under the chair, lay down on it naturally, and tapped the armrest lightly.
Huaxi picked up the iron pot and poured him a cup of tea, with wide eyes open, he asked naively, "Shall we work here from now on?"
If you have to say that this is going to work, there is no problem, but the problem to be solved is more important and troublesome.
Huaxi took out a porcelain plate from his black backpack and put it on his right hand, poured some sand into it, then propped his chin, and squatted aside to watch curiously.
Jing Jiu stretched out his hand to the porcelain plate just like when he was in the small mountain village, by the Xijian River, and on Shenmo Peak.
The difference from before was that he didn't pick up a grain of sand with his fingertips, but directly grabbed the sand in the porcelain plate with some roughness, and then let it fall from his fingers.
Following this movement, there was a rattling sound from the automatic metal racks on both sides of the warehouse against the wall.
There used to be countless multi-phase nuclear bombs placed on these metal racks, all of which were released by Jing Jiu when he was in the Haiyin Nebula, and they were used as the source of immortal energy to help him destroy the battleship and kill Chisong Zhenren.
What's on these automatic metal shelves right now
It is a pawn.
Countless black and white chess pieces cascaded down like tens of thousands of waterfalls, slowly covering the empty warehouse floor like water.
Huaxi turned around to look at these pictures, covered her ears with her two small hands, and opened her small mouth slightly.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the chess pieces colliding with the ground finally ended, and the black and white chess pieces floated up silently, suspended in the air according to the guidance of some invisible force.
At Qipan Mountain in Chaoge City, Jing Jiu once set up a similar three-dimensional chess game for Tong Yan, but it can't be compared with this moment.
If this is a chess game, it is undoubtedly the most complicated game in the history of human civilization.
These black and white pieces are not arranged according to the rules of Go. In some places, hundreds of black pieces are connected together, and in some places, they are all white pieces.
Ascenders who have been to the bottom of planet 857 and seen the starry sky can probably recognize that the approximate distribution of these black and white chess pieces is somewhat similar to that starry sky.
Huaxi looked at the densely packed chess pieces in the sky, and asked in shock, "How many chess pieces are there?"
Jing Jiu said, "There are 490 million white chess pieces and 130 million black chess pieces."
The information nodes hidden in the ground and walls continued to emit blue light, and countless data entered the warehouse through specially built encrypted channels.
The ring shimmered for a moment, then faded, and the message entered his consciousness.
Huaxi wanted to say something.
Jing Jiu said, "Shield."
I don't know who he said this to.
The information shielding wall in the battleship came into play, and the warehouse became a separate world.
Huaxi walked to the front of the soft chair and was about to sit down.
Jing Jiu said, "No."
Huaxi looked at him quietly.
Jing Jiu didn't speak.
Huaxi said: "This number of chess pieces is not enough."
Jing Jiu said, "This is the section."
Huaxi said: "Then I'm going back, you can do the math here."
Jing Jiu said, "You have to do the math for me."
Huaxi said: "There is no place to sit."
Jing Jiu was silent for a while, then said, "Sit."
Huaxi sat down in front of the soft chair.
It was where Zhong Lizi often sat on the terrace of the Star Gate University Hotel.
It was the seat where Zhao Layue often sat on Shenmo Peak.
Just like in a huge and empty warehouse, hundreds of millions of chess pieces have their own positions.
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Time passed slowly.
Those black and white chess pieces hung in the air quietly, without any change in position.
Huaxi sat at the end of the chair, looked up at the small face seriously for a long time, and finally decided to give up, just like every attempt in the past many years.
The unimaginable amount of calculation is only one aspect of igniting the star project, and it is the best aspect to solve. The most troublesome thing is that the changes in the universe cannot all operate according to the laws of mathematics. The sea of dark matter has no subjective consciousness, but it is not a dead thing.
She turned her head to check on Jing Jiu's situation.
Before looking back, she had imagined several possibilities. He might have turned pale because of too much mental exhaustion, or he might have an ugly face because he had no clue about breaking the game, or he might have flushed because of despair, but she never expected to see Such a scene.
Jing Jiu lay on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
Killing one person in a thousand miles is not enough in ten steps.
Huaxi had read that book and knew the way this guy lived in Chaotian Continent, but he was still a little uncomfortable.
Is this procrastination or a vegetarian meal
Jing Jiu suddenly opened his eyes.
Huaxi's eyes widened, as if frightened.
Countless streaks of extremely thin sword light appeared in the depths of his eyes and then disappeared, as if they were some kind of calculation tools such as counting chips.
His fingers also moved quickly, picking up the fine sand in the porcelain plate, not recreating a mountain and river, but solving a certain geometric structure.
A certain part of the chess pieces in the sky, probably tens of thousands of pieces, began to move at an unimaginable speed.
He was not playing chess, and occasionally a few black chess pieces were surrounded and killed, but they were not taken away.
The black and white pieces are flowing like water.
No, it should be the releasing and spreading of light and dark matter in the extremely large-scale space.
That is when two different types of beings meet, then compete, and occasionally even merge.
Just like two rivers break through their respective gorge bends and meet before the peninsula, some are rustling, some are turbid, surrounding each other, and then tearing apart to form their own small groups, stubbornly living in each other's world.
Tens of thousands of chess pieces are constantly rotating and changing positions, forming a very impactful picture visually, just like some kind of metal that can change shape with the current.
Jing Jiu looked at those chess pieces quietly, the sword light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the frequency of appearance became faster and faster.
Huaxi looked at his face, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the word "hope" could be faintly seen in the clean and clear eyes.
I don't know how long it took, the division between the black and white chess pieces is no longer clear, and they are entangled with each other, like chaos.
As an ordinary cultivator, he only needs to take a look at that place, and he may lose his Dao heart and be seriously injured.
Huaxi was a little nervous and her mouth was a little dry, so she casually picked up Jing Jiu's teacup and took a sip.
Jing Jiu glanced at her, casually raised his finger and pointed towards the air.
He didn't know when there was a white pawn between his fingers.
The white piece fell among hundreds of millions of pieces.
Like a grain of fire falling into dynamite.
Like a pot of oil falling into a raging fire.
Like a drop of water in hot oil.
There was a loud bang.
Tens of thousands of chess pieces in that corner exploded, turned into countless fragments, and then fell to the ground into ashes.
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(A box should be prepared on the ground.)