Lu Ban looked over.
It was a middle-aged man.
He stood out sharply among the teenage boys and girls around him.
His face was sharply defined, like a sculpture from ancient Greece, filled with masculine beauty. The robe he wore was adorned with golden threads, making him even more distinctive. His hair was touched with gray, and his eyes held a deep will like a black hole, making it easy for anyone who met his gaze to sink into them, unable to break free.
"A Saint."
Lu Ban murmured softly.
"Saints aren't troubled by Crystal Core Disease. Their lifespans even surpass those of ordinary people; living for several hundred years is perfectly normal. This is Plato, a Saint who has already lived for more than a century. He is about to step down."
Du Danping explained from the side.
"He's about to die?"
Lu Ban asked instinctively.
"You could put it that way. Although the human body can become immortal through the augmentation of transcendent power, the human mind can't do the same. As a Chosen of the Gods, I'm sure you understand that."
Du Danping gave Lu Ban a meaningful look.
"Even if they strengthen their bodies through various means, there's no way to strengthen their minds and reason. They're like consumables, gradually wearing down and eroding day after day, eventually becoming mutated monsters. Saints are no different."
"Over their long lives, their power has eroded them, and their wills have gradually collapsed. Living for more than a century already counts as longevity. If they continued, even Saints would descend into madness, eventually be rejected by Utopia and perish."
"So, in order to die as a human, he chose to step down and pass the name of Saint on to his successor."
He turned his gaze toward the Saint,