The golden light's weariness, the idle wandering of the wasteland

On the wasteland of Ye Luoli Fairy Realm, scattered golden light lazily blanketed the ground. The Golden Prince leaned against a huge rock, his golden hair slightly disheveled by the wind. He toyed with a condensed golden piece in his hand, the light at his fingertips flickering, exuding an air of utter boredom.

Since shaking off Wenxi's pursuit, he had been wandering aimlessly across the wasteland. Free from constraints and the desire to fight, the battles that had once ignited his passion now seemed utterly tasteless. He tossed a gold piece into the air; it traced a dazzling arc before he caught it steadily, repeating this several times until even his eyes showed signs of weariness.

Several roars of demonic beasts echoed from afar, but he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. Normally, he would have drawn his sword and slain those noisy creatures, but now, he only found it disruptive. With a casual wave of his hand, a golden beam shot out, forcefully suppressing the roars of the demonic beasts. He then resumed his previous posture, continuing to twirl the golden piece in his hand.

"Tsk, boring."

A deep voice echoed across the wasteland, tinged with impatience. He stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and looked towards the sea of ​​fluorescent flowers. The faint sounds of children's laughter and fairies' whispers strangely piqued his interest.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally lifted his foot and slowly walked towards the sea of ​​flowers. His golden figure gradually blended into the distant twilight, and he seemed to have lost some of his former fierceness, gaining a rare sense of leisure.