"And moreover, this job is both arduous and exhausting, and it doesn't create much spirit essence... At best, you are merely a cog in the machine, with no one knowing your achievements."
"And even if you're passionate now, how long can that passion last?"
"Sigh, the youth."
He meant well in giving a reminder.
"Teacher, you are wrong, this is not a waste of youth." A young person suddenly said seriously, "This is our mark."
"If we only look from the perspective of spirit essence, the wealth we create truly isn't much. Our lifespan can't compare to Dad Lu and Conch Mother, our time with them is limited."
"But moving a mountain, that's the mark we leave behind, isn't it? Even if mankind were to disappear and become extinct, as long as this mountain remains, our mark also stays."
The Rat Artisan was momentarily at a loss for words, actually unable to refute.
He indeed had become too utilitarian.
Many things on the material level are beyond the measure of spirit essence.