Lu Li did not know much about genetic research, but he was still a Ninth Order powerhouse. He understood the basic principles.
He felt that the scientist was right. Extreme optimization would inevitably result in excessive similarity. It was like pursuing the ultimate symmetrical beauty in facial features—eventually, everyone who underwent cosmetic surgery would end up with the same face.
If a disease could affect humans today, then it could affect all of humanity. From the perspective of a species' survival, optimizing genes to the extreme was actually a suicidal act.
It was just that the company had developed smoothly over the past million years. Medicine had continued to advance, and even if minor mistakes had occurred during that time, highly developed medical technology had made up for them.
For example, if a new disease emerged that could infect all humanity, the highly advanced Intelligent Brain could derive an immunization plan in just three seconds. Then, automated factories managed by silicon-based lifeforms could produce vaccines and specialized medicine in one minute, followed by another five minutes to deliver them into the hands of every person in every infected area.
With such high technology and efficient operations, diseases still needed incubation and transmission periods. They were far too weak.
But this disease was different. No matter how Talma simulated it, it could not derive an immunization plan. Talma believed that the disease attacked humanity from outside the genetic chain, from beyond the biological level.
Because the matter had become so serious, the scientists naturally discussed it often within the research institute. In the end, having no other options, they sought Lu Li's opinion. Over the years, Lu Li had given them much extraordinary knowledge and broadened their horizons.
So now, they also hoped to gain some inspiration from the Sacred Soul.