Jiang Ding sank into complicated thoughts.
Above all, after three hundred years, many people he had once known well must have vanished, fallen into the river of the past, never to be seen again.
This kind of parting, never to meet again, made one's heart ache.
"Alas."
"Such was the mercilessness of time."
Jiang Ding sighed and put away his weakness.
He looked toward the Tushan Central Court's great instrument of governance—the Ten Thousand Miles Beacon Tower. After so many years of automatic refinement by its formation, it had advanced from quasi-fifth-grade to fifth-grade, becoming a true Primordial Spirit Treasure capable of operating automatically by relying on the Six Paths Sect's Fifth-grade High-grade Spirit Vein.
Within the Ten Thousand Miles Beacon Tower, there must have accumulated a vast amount of pending government affairs, intelligence, changes that had occurred in the Tushan Central Court over these centuries, cultivators' births and deaths... and all sorts of enormous data besides.
So long as Jiang Ding connected his divine sense to it, he would immediately understand the changes that had taken place in the Tushan Central Court over the years.
Naturally, there were also more than three hundred years of uncollected taxes, all stored in the Tushan Central Court's warehouses.
At an average of fifty billion Low-grade Spirit Stones per year, a considerable sum should have accumulated over three hundred years. He could consider repaying the Immortal Sect's fifty-trillion loan.
However, Jiang Ding did not want to understand everything so quickly. He did not choose the most efficient method.
"Someone."
Jiang Ding's voice was soft.
Just as it had been many years ago, when he was still at Foundation Establishment and busily built his first city in Tushan Immortal City of the Land of Three Kingdoms, personally attending to every matter—caring about public security,