Bai Xuan had likely reached a Realm beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination.
Even the fantasy of "bringing the dead back to life," something countless people had longed for in the apocalypse and regarded as the ultimate miracle, was probably no difficult task for him.
But Huo Yu also knew that Bai Xuan would never do such a thing.
He was not human—at least, not in the usual sense of the word.
He was a "god," a god who had transformed from a human body and ultimately transcended the human perspective.
How could such an existence interfere with the predetermined Fate of life and death because of another's sorrowful wishes and pleas?
If he truly did that, it would actually be quite terrifying.
"Capricious? Perhaps."
Bai Xuan did not care about Huo Yu's assessment.
A leap in strength brought a transformation in one's level of life, and with it came a fundamental shift in perspective and understanding.
When one's form of existence and level of power stood above the world's ordinary laws, one's view of all things naturally became different.
Many things that had once tugged at his heartstrings could no longer stir much emotion now.
It was not indifference, but simply that his perspective had changed.
To replace Heaven's Heart with his own, even to "represent" Heaven's Heart to a certain extent, was not a metaphor to him. It was a reality he was already putting into practice.
After all, on a more essential level, his connection to this world had long surpassed conventional boundaries.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Only the noisy background sounds of the congee shop, isolated outside by some invisible force, seemed distant and indistinct.
Huo Yu did not ask any further questions. She simply continued eating her breakfast, while Bai Xuan