"Do you think it's alive?"
"I think it is, so it is."
"With a body this huge, made entirely of pure mountains, without a single piece of flesh or drop of blood from beginning to end—you say it's alive, and that makes it alive?"
"I think it is, so it is."
Lu PingAn's certification of "life" was just that idealistic. Perhaps life itself was merely a "specific state," an "accidental concept" that should not exist in the physical universe.
This was not simply idealism. Other Professionals had similar abilities, but virtually no one could take them this far.
That seemingly simple step had, in truth, shattered the boundary between "life" and "non-life," "organic matter" and "inorganic matter."
Yet Lu Mouren, who had seen the essence of All Spirits, had never considered life particularly sacred or special from the start.
"If life truly has anything special about it, perhaps it is because it possesses wisdom and reason, and can even give rise to humanity."
Lu PingAn did not think there was anything sacred or special about the "box" itself. What was truly special had always been the box's "contents."
He admired reason, understood intellect, and even loved humanity. He could understand animal nature and biological instinct, yet he was fascinated by humanity's acts of overcoming instinct and animal nature.
A creature's instincts, for instance, were hunting and mating, while reason allowed it to "trade" and "exchange." The instinct to survive drove it to grow stronger through trade and hunting. Yet humanity could make it abandon its own gains and commit acts that seemed foolish.
Snap!
With a light snap of his fingers, all of Dragon Moon Island was renewed.
The besiegers were instantly dumbfounded. This kind of "reality-rewriting" ability was basically impossible on a battlefield crawling with demigods and constantly watched