Because he had burned his soul and life force, Arthur, now exceedingly aged, looked upon his ravaged homeland with tears streaming down his face, his homeland had disappeared like this, and with it, all the goodness of the past had vanished like smoke in thin air.
"Mr. Lu, what does this all mean?" Arthur turned his head, his expression desolate as he spoke, seemingly asking Lu Yu, but also as if searching his own heart for answers.
"The universe is indifferent, treating all creatures as nothing more than straw dogs. To those exalted beings, the destruction of a minor world clearly doesn't capture their attention," Lu Yu sighed lightly, his gaze ever fixed on the firmament.
The disparity in the levels of life creates a gap in perception, what's treasured by the common man is but fleeting mist to All Saints. Only the Great Dao is eternal, thus they tirelessly seek its boundless mysteries, willing to die a thousand deaths without regret.