Xu Ping'an took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited heart, and began to read seriously, word by word.
"What is the soul origin?"
"In my view, the soul origin is actually a kind of energy composed in a special way."
Xu Ping'an knew that the soul origin was energy, because he had studied it before, and this conjecture was not proposed by just one person.
But the following sentence in the book sent shivers down Xu Ping'an's spine.
"Since the soul origin is energy composed according to specific laws, can we find those laws and use such energy to create a soul?"
Create a soul?
Xu Ping'an was completely in awe of the boldness of the book's author.
Creating a soul was tantamount to creating new life.
Out of nothing, a true creator.
Whoever could come up with such an idea was truly a genius of shocking talents.
Xu Ping'an couldn't wait to read on, to see if the author of the book had indeed created a new soul.
