Three years was neither long nor short, but for Lu PingAn as an individual, it was immensely important.
He had rarely stayed obediently at Tier 8 for three whole years, which made many people who had been keeping an eye on him breathe a sigh of relief. They had genuinely suspected that Lu Mouren might pull off some evil god resurrection, directly inherit the Calamity Beast's World's Logic, shatter the heavens, and ascend to godhood.
"...Do I look like an ultra-dangerous element like Big Cat? I'm perfectly normal, aren't I?"
"True extremists, evil god fanatics, and lunatics all think they're normal. Instead, they believe everyone else is abnormal—even that the entire world is insane."
It was probably as unconvincing as a drunk driver shouting that he was sober, yet they genuinely believed it themselves.
Still, his stability over the past few years, along with his visibly increasing "value," had put many observers at ease.
"His divinity has grown stronger."
"Transaction must be part of his World's Logic. Look—along with the expansion of the Trading Ground and Life Woodland, his aura has clearly become more stable."
"It looks like his next step will also be quite stable. I don't think he'll ascend to godhood. He'll directly become a transcendent demigod."
A Professional's "rules" needed to be "verified" by the world before they could become the "world truth" acknowledged by the world and even the inhabitants of the multiverse.
They were the advanced forms of "professions," "ordinances," and "rules." They were a Professional's powerful weapon, but also the shackles binding them.
Transcendents were always "balloons" that continuously absorbed pollution and expanded their own "scale." Rules and World's Logic, which represented order, were the "balloon skin"—or perhaps the "chains"—that restrained that "chaos."
A reservoir capable of holding filthy water could be enormous because