He reached out again to grab the barely perceptible, chaotic lines in the air. Just like before, he felt nothing but a breeze-like force, as if he hadn't actually grabbed anything. In the process, he even accidentally caught a Space Ray and flipped over a pot of freshly cooked soup.
Yu Qingqing and the others had been keeping an eye on Xu Huo. Seeing him fall silent, close his eyes, frown, and suddenly flip the pot, they were horrified.
"Could it be poisoned?"
Only then did Xu Huo come back to himself. He gestured for them to calm down. "I was distracted for a moment."
"What you're talking about is way too profound. How could space and time possibly exist in the shape of lines?" Yu Qingqing said. "It sounds strange even just thinking about it."
"They're just a way of representing how to control the power. If you have a different understanding, you can imagine them in other forms." Just as everyone had a different Spiritual World, though imagining them as lines made them easier to control.
"By that logic, spiritual power could also be represented by lines, right?" Yu Qingqing said. "I once went to a lecture by the Special Defense Department. The old professor they invited, and the material they got from the game, both leaned toward the idea that spiritual power is a mass."
"A mass of power can be bigger or smaller, thinner or thicker. If it's thicker, you can narrow its range; if it's thinner, you can expand it."
"That's not a bad way of putting it." Xu Huo nodded. He didn't know whether the country had any qualified players who'd undergone Super Evolution in the mental direction yet. Even if it did, they probably hadn't progressed far enough to use their Spiritual World