Everyone gazed at the departing alien spaceship, discussing the newly signed treaties and the curvature knowledge they had received for free.
This knowledge was something a third-level civilization could only dream of acquiring, potentially requiring thousands to tens of thousands of years to pursue.
But now, humans could obtain it just by signing a treaty, complete with a whole set of systematic theories, which could directly enable them to reach three times the speed of light.
It was really hard to describe the feeling, how could one put it? Reflecting on past experiences, technology was not the most valuable; spiritual wealth was more precious. Zhang Yuan gently shook his head; anyway, relying on oneself was the right choice.
Several relevant scientists were on the spaceship, discussing various formulas and theorems, verifying them with computers.
"How about this formula? It seems to be a variant of our 'Alun substitution formula.'"
