"Man is born draped in a splendid robe, teeming with fleas."
"Only when we cast off the robe, shedding those filthy bugs, can we tread the path toward divinity."
In the courtyard, Li Qing bathed in sunlight, appearing leisurely as he lay on a deck chair, enjoying the morning tranquility, his days as idle as those of a retired old man.
Divine Technique, indeed, was an intriguing path.
But in Li Qing's eyes, the giant god diagram they constructed was even more fascinating.
Because this enormous life... initially did not have microbial symbiosis within, the various organs they constructed might replace the symbiotic role of microorganisms, making it a truly independent life entity, perhaps this was the road to divinity.
And Li Qing was pondering a question:
Is their Divine Technique suitable for his own use?
