Life in the vast universe usually refers to the phenomenon of vitality—beings that naturally emerge and evolve through development and change, possessing the potential for growth, awareness, and communication of will. Among these, 'living beings' is a specific concept reserved for those with sufficient intelligence and emotion; nearly all races of the starry sky are fundamentally composed of such sentient life.
So.
Can light itself be considered life as well? Miles Ning let out a quiet, contemplative sigh.
"Of course it can."
Andrew Han held his Stargate Communicator, grinning as he glanced at his master, Miles Ning. His simple yet refined pale yellow striped shirt seemed to blend into the sea of stars overhead.
He strolled through outer space as if walking in a tranquil garden.
Yet—
A trace of sorrow quietly hid itself within his clear black-and-white eyes.
Miles Ning did not understand, nor did Monica Zhang or anyone else in the Solar System. No one truly grasped how terrifying the Light Clan really was. Only Andrew Han, the more he learned, the deeper his awe grew.
This time, the Light Clan’s infiltration was nothing short of a major crisis.
As one of the Four Great Life Races, the Light Clan’s terror is truly beyond description.
"Oh?"
Observing Andrew Han’s expression, Miles Ning narrowed his eyes, almost as if sneering.
"What’s gotten into you?"
With a Zhonghua cigarette dangling from his lips, Miles Ning continued, "You’re a Primeval-tier Genius, and yet just hearing the words ‘Light Clan’ makes you lose your composure?"
"Who’s lost their composure?" Andrew Han shook his head helplessly. "Even Primeval Geniuses have to show respect."
Without a sense of awe, doom is inevitable.
The starry sky is vast, the number of life races beyond measure; countless risks and crises leave no room for recklessness.
Hiss—
Tobacco burned, smoke curled, and the Zhonghua brand cigarette glowed softly in the dark.
Miles Ning smoked quietly to himself, lost in thought. His clouded eyes brimmed with an extreme, chilling willpower: "So what if it’s the Light Clan? If one comes, I’ll kill one."
Hiss, hiss.
The tobacco continued to burn.
The flickering glow of the cigarette highlighted the silence. Miles Ning’s wrinkled old face was full of disdain: "Do you think I know nothing of the Light Clan’s terror? I may be old, but I still read the classics."
No doubt about it.
In terms of sheer willpower, Miles Ning was no weaker than Primeval Andrew Han. Yet no matter how strong one’s subjective resolve, it was still difficult to rewrite objective reality.
"Master."
Andrew Han frowned as he checked his Primeval Stargate Comms Unit. Two warning messages from the Yarlowe Law-Enforcement Pavilion Branch appeared: "My vacation is expected to last about half a star-year, so there’s no Subspace Flyer stationed nearby, and traveling by warp-drive engine is useless."
Miles Ning rubbed his gums. "Useless?"
"Leaving the Milky Way by warp-drive engine would take at least two months," Andrew Han sighed, his voice low and solemn.
For the Light Clan, that’s nothing.
The Light Clan’s instantaneous, arbitrary movement efficiency nearly rivals a standard Subspace Flyer.
More importantly, at higher cultivation realms, combined with the Light Clan’s innate talent, they could intercept warp-drive engines mid-flight. And this was only one of the many reasons Andrew Han’s brow was furrowed.
"That fast?"
Miles Ning raised his eyebrows in surprise at this.
"Yes," Andrew Han replied, spreading his hands. "Once the Light Clan reaches the Starlight Tier, they can match the speed of light in a vacuum. If they reach the Cosmic Eternal Realm, they can cross an entire stellar system in just three days."
That’s the advantage of their race.
Especially as a Supreme Life Race, the Light Clan has perfected this advantage.
It truly is incredible.
Even Miles Ning had to admit that much.