Huo Yuhao looked up at the sky. Gazing at this sky ten thousand years later, he felt something he could not put into words.
The night sky was no longer as bright as it had been in the past. Perhaps the illumination from the surrounding soul tool streetlights made it seem less bright.
After leaving Lingbo City, Huo Yuhao had kept walking until he reached this coastal city.
Rather than walking, Huo Yuhao was more like someone out for a stroll. He had returned to Douluo Star this time, but everything here seemed so unfamiliar-more unfamiliar than when he had first arrived on the Holy Demon Continent.
It felt as though everything was familiar, yet was happening somewhere it should not have happened.
It was not that, after over ten thousand years of development in soul tool technology, Douluo Star's current soul tools and way of life made Huo Yuhao feel unfamiliar or at a loss.
Soul tools had certainly advanced a great deal, and the way people lived had changed somewhat, but none of that was enough to shake Huo Yuhao.
Instead, Huo Yuhao felt that over these ten thousand years of development-or twenty thousand, counting from his rebirth-this world had changed far too much, yet some things had never changed at all.
Some things that should never have appeared had not been curbed, but had begun to flourish instead.
Evil Soul Masters still existed, the Holy Spirit Cult still existed, and another massive explosion had occurred. Those who had been made slaves in the past were gone, but perhaps only the word "slave" had disappeared, replaced by another, more pleasant-sounding term.
And the shackles around people's necks no longer needed to be forced onto them. Now these people could be made to "voluntarily" put the shackles on themselves,