Jiang Ding fell into a tangle of thoughts.
After three hundred years, many people he had once known well must have vanished into the past, never to be seen again.
The thought of parting forever made his heart ache.
"Ah."
"That's how merciless time is."
Jiang Ding sighed and set aside his moment of weakness.
He looked toward the Ten-Thousand-Mile Beacon Tower, the great instrument of governance in Tushan Central Court. After years of refinement by its formations, it had advanced from quasi-fifth rank to fifth rank. Now a true Primordial Spirit treasure, it could operate on its own, drawing on the Six Paths Sect's high-grade fifth-rank spiritual vein.
The Ten-Thousand-Mile Beacon Tower must have accumulated vast amounts of pending administrative work and intelligence, along with records of everything that had changed in Tushan Central Court over the past centuries—the births and deaths of cultivators, and much more.
The moment Jiang Ding connected his divine sense to it, he could learn everything that had happened in Tushan Central Court over the years.
And, of course, more than three hundred years of uncollected taxes were sitting in Tushan Central Court's warehouses.
At an average of fifty billion low-grade spirit stones a year, a considerable sum should have amassed over three hundred years. He could consider repaying the Immortal Sect's fifty-trillion loan.
But Jiang Ding did not want to learn it all so quickly. He chose not to take the most efficient route.
"Attend me."
Jiang Ding spoke softly.
Just as he had many years ago, when he was still at Foundation Establishment, bustling about Tushan Immortal City in the Land of the Three Kingdoms. He had been building his first city, handling everything himself: public security, auctions, talisman shops... everything.
Back then, the Tu Shan Maidservants had been at his side.