"Do you think ordinary spiritual power could possess a consciousness of its own?"
The Earth Spirit before him, wearing the guise of a child, smiled faintly, his expression carrying a hint of mystery.
"Of course not."
Ye Xiu shook his head.
Such discussions had long been recorded in China's history.
The argument of "not I, yet a weapon" was a classic debating technique. Ye Xiu's values and understanding naturally would not allow him to believe that spiritual power was some sentient thing existing independently of its user.
At the end of the day, the nature and transformations of spiritual power were merely new changes brought about by the current environment. If even that had to be fitted with the label of self-awareness, then there was practically no point in discussing the path of cultivation at all.
If the spiritual power used to distinguish strength from weakness possessed a will of its own, how could one ensure that the spiritual power one cultivated truly belonged to oneself?
"But an existence like me is a gathering of heaven and earth's spiritual power. If heaven and earth's spiritual power has no consciousness of its own, then how do I exist?"
The Earth Spirit before him smiled. Yet Ye Xiu suddenly understood the connection.
"You mean that the reason you developed intelligence was because the cultivators cultivating upon this land refined this spiritual power and caused it to change, while the excess spiritual power that spilled out gathered together and became you?"
Though Ye Xiu phrased it as a question, his eyes were filled with certainty.
He had finally caught on. No wonder this Earth Spirit had deliberately steered the conversation in this direction from the very beginning. It also explained why, after taking on a tangible form of his own, he had remained