Some things could only be understood once one had truly reached that point.
When Lu Mouren truly stepped into the realm of Quasi Rule-level and directly gained several authorities above Rule-level, he was like an appliance that had finally been switched on, gaining the possibility of freely rewriting reality.
"...Is this what true 'rules' are? If it had been the old me, I really might have been erased outright by this kind of power."
Lu PingAn now somewhat understood why Big Cat had repeatedly warned him to avoid true Rule-level opponents at all costs.
"To true Rule-level beings, reality is not stable."
Lu PingAn could feel that, with his will alone, he could alter certain realities. He might not be able to achieve what the World's Will did—"what I think becomes real"—but he truly could make a passing forest overflow with vitality, make an apple tree drop its fruit onto his head, make the grass sing behind him.
Rules were the "conceptual foundations" binding the material world. When Lu PingAn could strip away those shackles, the real world became somewhat distorted before his eyes.
Perhaps that was why the higher the level of Professionals, the less human they became, while the lower the level, the more human they were. When they could see the twisted "discordant things" upon "mortals," even sense that a single thought could "zero them out," they naturally lost much of their sense of kinship with their own kind.
Clap, clap.
Lu PingAn lightly clapped his hands, and the Blood Vine that had once been wild and unruly spread out steadily and swiftly.
They unfurled completely, becoming the foundation of this area.
At the same time, vines spread and intertwined atop the ruins of those shops, swiftly constructing wooden houses rich with the atmosphere of a forest