For most Professionals, a long, boring journey was a form of torment.
Used to fast-paced lives, they felt inexplicably restless when left with nothing to do.
But for Lu PingAn, this was an opportunity.
"It was truly... beautiful."
While Xia Qin thought he was spacing out, and he occasionally gazed at the sky, Lu PingAn was actually recalling it, recreating that beautiful, majestic figure in his memories.
That great being—simply witnessing her calmly and safely—was Lu PingAn's greatest gain this time. No, perhaps in his entire career as a Professional.
Existence itself was the result.
And those who came later, upon observing and witnessing great deeds, could naturally attempt to imitate them.
The prerequisite, of course, was having eyes capable of seeing clearly.
"...So there was no fundamental difference."
In Lu PingAn's eyes, Firebird's existence was actually quite simple—or rather, pure.
"...Just like ordinary Professionals, she still used 'order' to tame 'chaos,' using tamed and regulated 'pollution' to construct rules of her own."
The principle had always been simple.
But how to accomplish it was the hardest part.
"A vessel. You yourself need to be a large enough vessel to absorb more pollution and regulate it into a part of yourself."
The process of being a Professional was, in truth, one of constantly enlarging one's "vessel."
Tier 1, Tier 2, Tier 3—step by step, one expanded one's own rules, while also expanding the limit of how much "pollution" and "chaos" one could contain.
So-called loss of control was actually when the pollution one had taken in exceeded one's limit. It overflowed and shattered the vessel.
Looking back now, with his broader perspective, Lu PingAn understood the "principles" more and more clearly.
The source could not be restrained or even traced, so pollution would always be infinite.
Since the power of