222: Chapter 222 Physics Genius

Su Changge slowly crouched down, his fingertips lightly tapping the thick, mysterious iron rock beneath his feet. The hard texture, the dull and solid sound, each echo seemed to strike at the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness. The boring formulas and Laws from his high school physics classes before his Transmigration now felt like a revelation, with clear lines of thought weaving through his mind.

The grand Law of conservation of momentum, the subtle balance of centrifugal force, the exquisite trajectory of counterweighted projectile motion... these long-dusty Mortal principles were now constructing a clear blueprint for crossing the Void Realm before his eyes. Deep within Su Changge's eyes, a strategy sufficient to traverse the Void Realm was gradually taking shape in the depths of his heart.

As long as he could precisely calculate the angle of elevation and initial velocity of the projection, and supplement it with the perfect counterweight, he could use the force to fling himself toward the fragmented land at the core of the Void Zone. This was the only method he could think of, and it was the wisdom he relied on most as a Mortal facing a desperate situation on the path to Immortality.

Lin Waner crouched beside him, her dark eyes curiously watching his tapping motion, and she asked softly: "Fellow Daoist, you are tapping the stone, but... is there some mystery to this?"

Su Changge lifted his eyes, his gaze calm and without a ripple, as if he were simply stating a most ordinary fact: "I need to verify the quality of the stone before I can finalize my plan."

Deep in his heart, however, he was silently cursing: Tell her I want to use a piece of ordinary stone as a counterweight for a meteor hammer to fling myself out? How could such a Mortal method be spoken aloud and tarnish the style of a "King"!

He tapped over a dozen pieces of mysterious iron rock, the vibration frequency and rebound force of each one precisely captured by the Mortal principles in his mind. Finally, he selected a boulder that was level with his waist, its surface rough but containing a majestic momentum within. Its texture was dense, incomparable to ordinary mountain rocks, and the momentum it contained was enough to carry his hope of breaking the deadlock.

Su Changge stood up and tugged at his black outer robe. This robe was a supreme treasure offered by the Bloodline Clan, woven from the "Spirit-Binding Silk" unique to the Blood Abyss Realm, with every inch flowing with a faint protective spiritual light. It was neither gold nor iron, yet exceptionally tough, and ordinary spiritual weapons could hardly damage it in the slightest. He pulled at the hem of the robe, confirming that the toughness of this Spirit-Binding Silk was sufficient to withstand his plan.

Deep in the rock crevice, the Succubus Prince frowned slightly and nudged the Prince Jimie beside her: "Is the King... experiencing the Dao Rhyme of the flow of clothing and Spiritual Qi?"

Prince Jimie stroked his chin, his eyes deep, and spoke with feigned profundity: "The King's action is to reflect the Great Dao through ordinary objects, exploring the flow of spiritual power within minute matter. We must observe quietly to catch even a glimpse of the King's intent."

Upon hearing this, Shadow Kill Prince's eyes shone brightly, and he realized suddenly: "So that's it! The King's wisdom has already transcended form and color; it is not something we can fathom!"

The Succubus Prince nodded repeatedly, and the gaze she directed at Su Changge added another layer of awe.

Su Changge scanned his surroundings and did not see anyone, which put his mind slightly at ease. He grabbed the hem of his outer robe, exerted force with his fingertips, and tore it outward violently.

"Riiip—" The tough Spirit-Binding Silk made a harsh screeching sound under the extreme tension, as if it were severing a small Spiritual Vein. A piece of cloth over a foot long fell in response. Su Changge pulled the cloth in his hands to confirm its toughness was fine. He tore off a few more pieces, overlapped these Spirit-Binding Silk strips, and began trying to twist them into a strand.

Lin Waner stood beside him, her dark eyes full of confusion: "Fellow Daoist, you tore your robe, what... are you trying to do?"

Su Changge lifted his eyes, his expression still calm and unruffled: "It has its own wonderful use."

His heart, however, was complaining frantically: What else could it be for? Of course, to make a safety rope! Otherwise, if I fall into the Void Realm and get swept away by those chaotic Law turbulence not knowing where I'll drift, that would truly be a tragedy!

He crouched on the ground, his fingertips deftly twisting the Spirit-Binding Silk strips together. The strips gradually condensed into a thick rope, their combined toughness far surpassing a single strand. However, although the Spirit-Binding Silk was supple, its torn edges were as sharp as blades. Under long-term friction, his fingertips soon felt a burning pain. Tiny beads of blood seeped from his fingertips, dots of crimson soaking into the plain white silk threads, blooming into small red spots.

Su Changge's facial muscles twitched imperceptibly from the pain, but his face showed no fluctuation. He gritted his teeth and continued twisting the rope, his detached expression as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

The Old Priest in the shadows saw the blood beads seeping from Su Changge's fingertips clearly. His eyes lit up instantly, and his pupils constricted suddenly. In his eyes, those blood beads were like refined gold tempered in a raging fire, each drop containing the essence of the King's Origin!

A sense of extreme fanaticism erupted from the bottom of his heart. The Old Priest suddenly fell to his knees with a "thud," holding the ancient sacrificial jade token high with both hands, his voice trembling and high-pitched, filled with unparalleled reverence: "King! Our King is willing to sacrifice his Origin essence blood to refine the Great Dao of this Void Realm, just to open a glimmer of hope for all living beings! Such magnanimity is unique in history! May the Blood God protect and bless our King for ten thousand years!"

The Three Princes were also shocked by this scene and knelt down together, their heads buried deep, with only endless reverence surging in their hearts.

In Su Changge's Sea of Consciousness, a golden prompt instantly popped up: [Obtained 2000 points of fanatical worship emotion points from 'Old Priest']

Su Changge was slightly startled, then immediately reacted. It's this bunch of drama queens again! Those guys in the shadows must have imagined some earth-shattering drama again. He couldn't be bothered to pay attention; anyway, emotion points are emotion points, might as well take them.

Su Changge twisted for nearly half an hour and finally twisted a thick rope that was a full fifty zhang long. The rope was as thick as his wrist and looked extremely sturdy, enough to bear the weight of his crossing the Void Realm.

He tied one end of the rope firmly to the half-person-high piece of mysterious iron rock he had selected earlier. He wrapped it three times, tied a dead knot, and pulled it hard three times, confirming that there was no danger of it breaking.

Subsequently, he took out the ancient stone tablet from his bosom and held it in his palm. The vibration of the stone tablet became more and more intense, as if it were a living thing, pointing directly to a specific direction deep in the Void Zone.

Su Changge stared at the boundless Chaos, combined with the direction of the stone tablet, and began to calculate the angle of projection in his mind. The parabolic formulas taught in high school physics, combined with the shallow understanding of energy and mass points in the world of cultivation, were repeatedly deduced in his heart.

Angle of elevation: 15 degrees. Initial velocity: 12 zhang per breath. Counterweight: 500 jin. All the data connected precisely in his mind, calculating the most accurate trajectory of the projection. A look of satisfaction quietly appeared on Su Changge's face. This angle was just right to let him land precisely on that piece of the Void Realm.

Lin Waner stood beside him, watching him repeatedly gesturing at the Void Realm, her eyes confused: "Fellow Daoist, what are you calculating?"

Su Changge put the stone tablet back into his bosom, his tone indifferent: "Calculating the trajectory for traversing the Void Realm."

His heart, however, was roaring: I can't tell you that I'm calculating how to shoot myself out like a cannonball, can I!

Prince Jimie in the shadows watched Su Changge's gesturing toward the Void Realm, the deep meaning in his eyes growing, and he realized suddenly: "So the King was calculating the trajectory of the Great Dao just now! The King's wisdom has already far exceeded common sense; we Mortals are far behind!"

Shadow Kill Prince nodded heavily, his eyes full of fiery worship: "To be able to calculate even the chaotic trajectories of the Void Realm, the King's Divine Ability has already transcended our cognition!"

The Succubus Prince covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling like stars, with a hint of infatuation in her worship: "The King is so handsome! I... I want to bear the King's Bloodline!"

Su Changge stood at the edge of the Void Zone, gathering the bundle of thick rope in his hands. He stared at the chaotic Void Realm ahead and took a deep breath. Success or failure depends on this one move. If there is a deviation in the projection, he can only drift endlessly in this Void Realm, torn by the chaotic Laws, until he completely perishes.

Su Changge tied the other end of the thick rope firmly to his waist and abdomen. He wrapped it three times, tied a dead knot, and pulled it hard several times, confirming that there was no possibility of it coming loose.

Lin Waner stood beside him, a hint of worry on her beautiful little face, and she spoke softly: "Fellow Daoist, what... should I do?"

Su Changge was slightly startled; just now all his attention was tied to the calculations, and he had briefly forgotten the person beside him. His heart sank slightly, but he did not show any unusual expression.

He frowned, took down the remaining Spirit-Binding Silk from his waist, and using the technique of weaving ropes from a Mortal's memory, quickly twisted it into a short rope more than ten zhang long. He tied one end to his waist and abdomen, and the other end to Lin Waner's slender waist. Su Changge pulled the rope to confirm its toughness. "Hold on to the rope and follow me closely," he commanded calmly.

Lin Waner nodded hurriedly, clutching the rope at her waist tightly, her little face full of trust and reliance.

Su Changge stood firm again at the edge of the Void Zone, the biting wind of the Void Realm howling as it came, tearing at his robe like thousands of blades upon his body. His heart beat like a war drum, his blood surging and pouring into his limbs, and his palms were already covered in cold sweat. Su Changge took three deep breaths in a row, forcibly suppressing the panic surging in his heart. Meteor rope crossing the Void, success or failure depends on this one move!