Boom!
In Lu Xun's mental world, thunder exploded.
At the same time, the shackles of life within his body also burst apart.
Human genes were a mountain, yet not a solid one. They were piled from countless scraps of waste, seemingly towering but in truth unbearably fragile. Even a little high-energy radiation could shake such a mountain.
Yet it had to be admitted that life itself was resilient. Harsh environments would indeed kill vast numbers of individuals, but so long as the environment did not worsen beyond a certain threshold in an instant, some lifeforms would always struggle to adapt.
This was what was known as adaptive evolution.
But how could passive adaptation compare to active alteration?!
With an entire world as his foundation, Lu Xun completed in an instant the evolutionary path that would normally take millions, even tens of millions, of years to traverse.
Martial arts were not Dao arts. They did not possess the idealistic quality of mana, which could, to a certain extent, negate the laws of physics.
But that did not mean such evolution was weak.
The foundation of Dao arts was merely one system's power to interfere with another—the Void's interference with the Earth—and thus it was idealistic.
Martial arts, meanwhile, belonged to the Earth's system. Naturally, there could be no case of it negating itself.
Then what were martial arts?!
They were not like Dao arts, seizing the qi of Heaven and Earth to achieve oneself.
They were the application of natural laws and physical principles.
Using matter to interfere with matter!
The laws of physics—high-energy fusion and fission, the rotation of magnetic fields, even the collapse of worlds—were all part of physical law.
Humanity of old could observe these laws, understand them, and even make indirect use of them. Yet limited by