My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 156 Traversing Mountains and Rivers, Proving Global Regularities
Since the paper was published, numerous media outlets have tried to interview Huang Tian at Changda University, but most were stopped by security guards at the school gate. Only a handful of the most influential media outlets were able to enter.

After giving two interviews when he had some free time, Huang Tian closed himself off to visitors and devoted himself to studying academic papers.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, the heated discussions online gradually subsided, and many media outlets gradually dispersed after being persuaded to withdraw by Changda University. Only then did Huang Tian take his computer and leave the school.

Instead of returning to his apartment, he traveled extensively throughout the Xia Kingdom. His reason for this was to explore the famous mountains and rivers of the region, hoping to find hidden cultivation sects, reclusive dragon clans, masters descending from the mountains, peerless dragon kings, or even alien ruins…

If there really are these messy things, then he has to be more cautious; if not, he can act more confidently and boldly.

"Woo~~"

A long train cuts across the land, speeding across the boundless plains.

Sitting on the train, looking out, you can see endless snow. The railway tracks, fields, and mountains are all covered in white snow, giving off a rugged and vast feeling.

The birch forest receded rapidly from view, its towering branches appearing even darker against the vast snowfield. Occasionally, one or two solitary villages could be seen, their low rooftops covered with a layer of snow, giving them an air of profound remoteness.

"Ha~~"

A rosy-cheeked little girl breathed on the car window, creating a layer of white mist. She then drew on it with her index finger—flowers, houses, trees…

He looked extremely focused, immersed in his own world.

Sitting next to her was a middle-aged couple, her parents, both of them smiling.

"Young man, you look very refined, are you a student?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man sitting opposite him. "It's almost Chinese New Year, you college students must be on holiday, right?"

"I've already graduated, and this time I'm just traveling around." Huang Tian smiled. "I just came back from Changbai Mountain."

"Changbai Mountain, it's so cold there now," the middle-aged man sighed. "But the scenery is beautiful right now, and I've heard there's some kind of monster or dragon at Tianchi Lake, which has attracted quite a few people to go see it."

Huang Tian nodded slightly; he was after the so-called dragon and water monster.

Over the past month, he has traveled roughly from south to north, visiting famous mountains and rivers everywhere, including Ailao Mountain, Shennongjia, and other places with mythical legends. But he found nothing.

There are no cultivators, no aliens, and no mythical creatures like dragons, phoenixes, or qilin from the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Changbai Mountain was his last stop. However, standing in the mountain, he scanned the area with his divine sense and saw no unusual creatures.

As for the so-called water monster, he did find some relatively large fish in the water, and these giant fish are very likely the water monster that people are talking about.

"Judging from your accent, are you from Jiangxi Province?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Correct."

"Are you going back to your hometown this time?"

"The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, it's time to go back."

"..."

The two chatted casually for a while. Then, the middle-aged man got up to get hot water to make instant noodles, while Huang Tian closed his eyes and quietly pondered the construction of the new theoretical tool.

Although he has been running around these days, it hasn't been too much of a burden on this matter, and it should be completed in the next day or two.

"Woo~~"

The train continued its rapid journey, and day and night passed in a blur.

Upon entering Jiangxi Province, I arrived at my hometown, Poyang.

Step~
Bathed in the warm winter sun, Huang Tian got off the train and left the station. He then called a car on his phone and went straight back to his village.

The driver was a man in his fifties who looked a bit old-fashioned and didn't like to talk. He gave the last few digits of his phone number after getting in the car and then remained silent the whole way.

About an hour later, the car wound its way through the town and finally arrived at Huangjia Village.

The village wasn't large, with a population of seven or eight hundred. The main road was narrow and long, making it inconvenient for vehicles to turn around. So Huang Tian got out of the car at the village entrance and stood there. Looking up, he saw several large red banners hanging directly above the village sign.

"Warmest congratulations to Huang Tian, ​​an outstanding talent from our village, on publishing a paper in a top international journal!"

"Talented people emerge generation after generation, and this year there are even more!"

"The Huang family village is prosperous from the root, and their ancestral virtues will bring them lasting blessings!"

"..."

It has a touch of rustic charm, yet also a sense of warmth and familiarity.

As you enter the village, there's a small supermarket every few steps. Inside, more than twenty people are playing mahjong and cards, creating a lively atmosphere. Someone with sharp eyes spotted Huang Tian and shouted, causing all twenty or so people to look outside. Several of them even came out to warmly invite Huang Tian to come in and sit down.

Huang Tian smiled and politely declined, saying that he had just returned to the village and would definitely go home first. The others didn't insist that he stay either, but just told him to come over here more often to chat and have fun.

As he walked along the main road of the village, the people on both sides greeted him warmly, and Huang Tian responded politely in return.

As I walked home, I could hear the villagers talking.

"Our village's most talented scholar is back!"

"Look at you, and then look at Huang Tian. He's practically your cousin, so how come there's such a big difference between you two?"

"Yusheng and Guihua's lives have improved. They've raised such an outstanding son; they've truly turned their lives around."

"I saw on the news that a university wants to hire Huang Tian as a teacher. Is that true?"

"Not a teacher, hey, not a lecturer, but a professor. There's a huge difference between the two. A lecturer at a university might never become a professor in their entire life, and it's even difficult to become an associate professor."

"Does that mean he's become an official? Does he have power?"

"Vulgar! He's a cultured man, always talking about power and power."

"Oh dear, these days it's all about money and power, isn't it? But if he becomes a professor, he'll definitely have a lot of power. I heard that several of the town's bigwigs have come to the village several times, bringing lots of rice, flour, and oil to Yu Sheng's house. He'll have a lot of face..."

"..."

Amidst the murmurs, Huang Tian stopped in front of a three-story building. Before he even stepped inside, he could hear several men talking in the hall.

"Hey, Xiao Tian's back?!"

A man in his thirties noticed the people outside the door. He glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and exclaimed in surprise. The others also stopped talking and stood up.

Huang Yusheng, Huang's father, said happily, "You're back? Come in and sit down. Your uncles are here too, let's chat."

"The great scholar has returned home!"

"Come in and sit down, let's chat," the uncles and elders said familiarly.

Hearing the commotion, Huang's mother, Yang Guihua, came out of the kitchen. She smiled and took the backpack containing the computer and other items from Huang Tian, ​​placing it in a nearby room. Huang Tian then sat on a brown bench in the hall, chatting with several uncles. They didn't know much about academics, but they were very curious about the anecdotes behind the scenes, asking all sorts of questions. They chatted for quite a while, going through two rounds of melon seeds and tea before finally saying goodbye and leaving.

Huang Yusheng saw them off with a big smile, then went back inside, circled around Huang Tian, ​​and muttered, "You've made something of yourself, you've made something of yourself."

Yang Guihua smiled and said, "Xiao Tian is like me, smart, of course he will have his day."

Huang Yusheng scoffed, "You're nothing like me. That intelligence is clearly like mine. When I was in the first and second years of junior high, I was always among the top students in math, physics, and chemistry. I was quite well-known in the village..."

Seeing the two bickering, Huang Tian smiled and didn't interrupt. He simply went inside, took out his computer, turned it on, and started typing rapidly.

As the train entered Jiangxi Province on its return journey, the entire theoretical framework was formed in his mind, and naturally, the Navier-Stokes equations were solved.

[Title: Proof of Global Regularity of the Navier-Stokes Equations Based on Manifold Fiberization and Global Attractors]

[Abstract: This paper reconstructs the three-dimensional incompressible Navier-Stokes equations on a special smooth infinite-dimensional manifold of their phase space...]

【…】

Seeing that their son seemed to be busy, Huang Yusheng and Yang Guihua both stopped talking. The former put on a thick coat and went to the supermarket in the village to chat with people, while the latter went back to the kitchen to cook.

In the blink of an eye, several more days have passed.

This day was the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the eve of the Lunar New Year.

In the Huang family's main hall, Yang Guihua had prepared a table full of dishes. The three of them sat around the table, and Huang Yusheng specially bought a small bottle of liquor, poured himself a small cup, and slowly drank it.

He took a sip of his drink and ate a couple of bites of food when suddenly he remembered something and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​the village is putting on a big opera on the second day of the Lunar New Year next year. Someone suggested that you go on stage and give the opening remarks. Would you be willing?"

Huang Tian shook his head, "Watching the show from the audience is fine, but speaking on stage is out of the question. There's no need to make a scene."

“Yes, I think so too. Now that you’re famous, everyone in the village envies you, but some people are also jealous of you. In this situation, there’s no need to stand out in everything.” Huang Yusheng nodded.

Whether it's villagers or relatives, they might be willing to lend a helping hand when you're down on your luck, but they might feel uncomfortable if you're doing too well.

"Besides, I've noticed you've been so busy these past few days, you haven't had time for anything else, so I've turned them all down for you."

"it is good."

In fact, after several days, the paper is almost finished, with only the final touches left. I can finish it in another hour or two today.

"Eat your food, stop talking," Yang Guihua said.

"Yes, let's eat. This fish is cooked so well..."

After having the New Year's Eve dinner and tidying up a bit, Huang Yusheng happily carried the firecrackers and fireworks outside.

Sizzle~ Crackling~

Firecrackers went off, and dazzling fireworks exploded in the dim night sky, streaks of light streaking down.

At the same time, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks also rang out from several surrounding villages, making the night even more lively.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, Huang Tian sent a "Happy New Year's Eve" message to Zong Wenjun, Feng Zechun, Xu Kaizhi, Vice Principal Yang Dong, and others.

Soon, everyone replied, and after chatting with Zong Wenjun for a while, Huang Tian put away his phone, picked up his laptop, and sat down to continue immersing himself in countless symbols and numbers.

About an hour and a half later.

He typed the last symbol, let out a soft breath, and exclaimed, "Done!"

This paper is a full 120 pages long. The first 50 pages explain the construction framework and logical chain of the new mathematical theoretical tool, while the last 70 pages are the proof of the Navier-Stokes equations.

Once you can understand the first fifty pages, the rest will be easy to understand, and the earlier content is not difficult either; at least it's not as difficult to understand as the work of the Japanese mathematician Shinichi Mochizuki.

In recent years, Shinichi Mochizuki created a mathematical theory called "Teichmüller Theory of the Universe" in order to prove the famous ABC conjecture in mathematics.

This original theory contains a large number of entirely new mathematical concepts, integrating content from multiple fields such as algebraic geometry, number theory, and differential geometry. Its abstractness and complexity far exceed the traditional mathematical framework. Most importantly, the development of this theory took more than 500 pages!

More than five hundred pages were spent simply to establish an abstract mathematical tool...

This is truly frustrating for the academic community, because few people have the time and energy to study his new theory. So far, no one can be sure whether he has actually proven the abc conjecture.

I glanced at the time; it was almost nine o'clock. The sound of firecrackers was still continuous outside.

"I'll submit the manuscript first, and this time I'll submit it to 'Recent Advances in Mathematics' again."

In fact, given the weight of this paper, it could be submitted to any of the four top mathematics journals. After all, once this proof is recognized by the academic community, it will undoubtedly be one of the greatest scientific achievements of this century!

It's an honor for any journal to publish it, not the other way around. As for why he still submitted it to "New Advances in Mathematics" instead of other journals like "Annals of Mathematics," it's simply because he was too lazy to switch journals...

After submitting the paper, Huang Tian thought about it and then posted it on arXiv.

This is done in order to showcase academic findings to peers in advance. This way, interested scholars in the same field can read and discuss them beforehand, and they can reach a conclusion much faster than the journal's review process, thus avoiding the need to wait indefinitely for the journal's review results.

Once everything was settled, Huang Tian closed his computer, went upstairs, and stayed on the second floor to continue his cultivation and reading.

As for Mr. and Mrs. Huang, they were still chatting with people at the village supermarket. It was a lively time there, with at least thirty or forty people playing cards and chatting. They wouldn't go home until around 11 p.m.

New Year's Eve passed slowly amidst the sound of firecrackers, and the first day of the Lunar New Year arrived. Huang Tianfa's paper on arXiv had not yet been noticed by anyone.

This is normal, since everyone in China is celebrating the Chinese New Year. Mathematicians are human too, and they wouldn't be fully focused on work during the holidays. As for scholars in related fields abroad, they haven't noticed his paper yet.

He wasn't in a hurry, focusing on enjoying the festive atmosphere of the New Year, accompanying his parents to visit relatives, and becoming the "other people's child" in the eyes of many relatives and friends.

The leisurely days passed quickly, and a new storm, a storm that would sweep across the entire international mathematics and physics community, was brewing...

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, in a clean study in the capital city.

Academician Zhang Ping, vice president of the Institute of Mathematics and Systems Science at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, was sitting in his chair, about to turn on his computer as usual to clear the backlog of emails in his inbox, when a phone call suddenly came in.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was Li Nuo, the vice dean of the School of Mathematical Sciences at Peking University, calling.

"Hey, Lao Li, what's up? You're not going to wish me a Happy New Year on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, are you?"

"Hmm? You mean someone proved the Navier-Stokes equations? Haha, you're joking around during the New Year... You said you've already seen the proof, and it seems there aren't any major problems?!"

Zhang Ping's smile faltered for a moment, then he listened intently to the relayed account on the other end of the phone. After a while, he interrupted, "I understand. Huang Tian, ​​right? I remember him. I also read the paper he posted in the latest developments. He does have some talent. I'll go check out his newly uploaded paper now..."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately opened arXiv, found Huang Tian's account, and saw the newly published paper at a glance.

"...Proof of the global regularity of the Navier-Stokes equations..."

He took a deep breath, downloaded and opened the paper, put on his reading glasses, and looked at it with an extremely serious expression.

(End of this chapter)