Seeing this, Lin Yuan pursed his lips and silently shut off the Soul Tool.
Myriad Demon King looked at Lin Yuan without saying a word.
Over these five years, Lin Yuan had grown to 1.87 meters tall, yet his appearance had not changed much. It was as though time itself had been drawn to his face and did not wish to alter it in the slightest. Only his eyes had changed.
In his early years, Lin Yuan's gaze had often been lively. Now, that youthful spark rarely appeared in his eyes. What remained was mostly exhaustion.
At that thought, Myriad Demon King could not help speaking up.
"War and the Federation election didn't even make the top trending spot?"
"Forgive my bluntness, but this feels a little like entertainment until death..." Myriad Demon King offered his merciless critique.
But Lin Yuan shook his head. "Isn't this precisely the path toward the future I hope for? A future where no one needs to worry about war, material needs, or rest; where everyone has something they genuinely enjoy doing. Of course, if people eventually don't even need to work and can truly devote themselves to spiritual fulfillment, that would be even better. Best of all would be removing the barrier of lifespan itself."
By the end of it, Myriad Demon King was looking at Lin Yuan more and more strangely. Was he joking right now?
Leaning back in his chair, Lin Yuan gave a self-mocking smile. "I know that sounds like pure fantasy. It would probably require the God Realm, or something even higher, to achieve it. I still have a long way to go."
"Are you done writing?"
At the moment, Gu Yuena was sitting cross-legged on Lin Yuan's sofa, utterly absorbed in playing Soul Master Glory.
Only when Lin Yuan