Huo Yuhao fell silent when he heard Electrolux's voice.
"Elder Yi, I admit I've been a little extreme."
After a long while in thought, he spoke again.
"But when I first came to this world, I really was full of hope for this continent."
"Do you know how powerful soul power and soul tools are as forces of production? If these powers were put to proper use, I think this world wouldn't have wars, hunger, or poverty at all."
The Ice Empress retorted coldly, "Yuhao, you're too naive. This is a world where the strong devour the weak. If you want to keep getting stronger, either you die or someone else does. How could there possibly be peace?"
"Yes, this is a world where the strong devour the weak. That's why I'm more despairing than anyone."
Huo Yuhao covered his face again and sighed deeply.
"Those powerhouses never use these powers to build, produce, or develop anything. All they do is wear each other down. They've spent ten thousand years studying how to fight!"
He paused, then forced a few words through gritted teeth.
"And they still haven't fucking figured out anything worthwhile. They've actually been holding this utterly meaningless Soul Fighting Tournament for ten thousand years."
"That's why I look down on them."
When Huo Yuhao finished venting, Tian Meng, the Ice Empress, and Electrolux all fell silent.
After a moment, Electrolux said, "Child, peace is never that easy to achieve. You're being far too idealistic. If you possessed the greatest power in the world, could you really guarantee peace?"
"No, you couldn't. You can't do it, and neither can anyone else."
Huo Yuhao said, "I really can't. But over these ten thousand years, how many geniuses have there been? They were either oppressed by someone stronger or became