The rumbling train carried Li Xianfeng to a remote little city in a small country on the fringes.
From everything he had seen and heard along the way, things were a little more prosperous than before, but on closer inspection, there did not seem to have been any particularly major changes. The changes in humanity were indeed smaller than those during Qin Yiwei's Suppression Era.
Oh, it was not as though nothing had changed. More than thirty years ago, an earthshaking event had occurred: the Blue Era had burst onto the scene, slightly bending the social trend of "monopoly by the strong."
But the course of history could not be reversed by a handful of powerful individuals.
Li Xianfeng had always believed in one idea: as long as human technology developed and kept advancing, and the path upward remained open, development could ultimately mask internal conflicts.
Of course, that only meant masking them, not resolving them.
"Keeping progress going forever is easier said than done."
Before long, he found an ordinary little house that had stood unoccupied for a long time and did not even have its interior finished.
Inside lay part of the wealth he had left behind in his previous life, paving the way for this one.
With a soft click, the key unlocked the door.
A sense of time's passage washed over him. Cobwebs filled the house, and dust danced through the scattered light, leaping in patterns unique to life.
Li Xianfeng sighed softly and walked into one of the rooms. After his trembling finger pressed a button, the concealed basement door rumbled open.
His heart pounded along with it, and he actually grew more excited than ever before.
This was because his body was so young that it experienced instinctive surges of adrenaline.
"It's good to