In the 6040th year of the Xia calendar,

Lin Jiang had long since abandoned his identity as a tavern owner because it was no longer fresh. He abandoned it as straightforwardly as a scumbag.

In the 6040th year of the Xia calendar, China was highly prosperous, and technology was extremely advanced. Various new gadgets continued to appear, and technology was still developing rapidly.

The space station outside the planet has been updated to the third generation, enough to support dozens of people living on it for several years, and even completed a short space trip. More than 20 wealthy people went to the space station for tourism after paying sky-high travel expenses.

The survival base on the moon is being built, and mature robots are already active on the moon, conducting effective scientific exploration of the moon.

The former Pioneer spacecraft has also lost contact, perhaps becoming a dead floating object in space, but Pioneer II has been on the road for two years. It will continue the Pioneer spacecraft to explore space and conduct scientific surveys on other celestial bodies in the solar system.

In the west of Qingyun, Lin Jiang was wiping a long spear with a rag. The long spear was shining, as if it had just been built.

This is the Overlord Spear, the real Overlord Spear, not the one from Lin Batian, but the Overlord Spear from the ancestors of the Lin family. Lin Batian's Overlord Spear was dug out by Zhou Huaiying a long time ago, and then drifted to other places.

"The disappearance of the Great Dao has made the once top-grade spiritual weapon lose its spirit, but the body is still strong, surpassing the technology of this era."

Lin Jiang sighed. If it were in the era of cultivating immortals, this Overlord Spear would be a treasure that attracted worldwide attention and a magic weapon that countless people dreamed of.

In front of Lin Jiang, there are still many weapons, among which the flying swords are the most. Some of them are very familiar to Lin Jiang, because they are the magic weapons of the high-level officials of Qingyun and the two states, and they were left here after a bloody battle with the high-level officials of Shengtian Sect.

A few years ago, Lin Jiang used various high-tech means to explore this area and found more space fragments and many lost things, such as these magic weapons of the former cultivation world, and a large number of corpses.

In the era of cultivating immortals, the bodies of those who turned into spirits and returned to the void could not decay for thousands of years, but after the Great Dao disappeared, their flesh and blood had also rotted, leaving only a skeleton.

"Sir, everything is ready outside,"

Chen Yuanhua walked in and said to Lin Jiang solemnly. Lin Jiang nodded and followed Chen Yuanhua out of the villa.

In a corner of the manor, on a hillside, dozens of graves were newly built. These were all dug out from the space fragments. Lin Jiang could no longer tell who they were. Perhaps there were Lin Batian's graves, or perhaps there were Yang Luo's graves.

Whether they were former brothers and sisters, relatives, or enemies, Lin Jiang treated them equally and buried them here. Now he was going to pay tribute to them.

Lin Jiang personally brought them offerings, lit incense and candles, and sat in front of the graves for a long time. Memories kept emerging in his mind.

The majestic and invincible Lin Batian, the peerless and talented Yang Luo, and the older generation of predecessors who had worked hard for Yunzhou all their lives, all had vivid faces that appeared in front of Lin Jiang.

"The gleam of swords and shadows have dimmed, the sound of drums and horns has faded away, and vivid faces are flying before our eyes..."

Lin Jiang remembered a song from the past, and the heaviness of history hit his heart again. Now thinking about it, it was a brilliant history with heroes and geniuses, it could be called a golden age of cultivating immortals.

"Sir..."

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yuanhua walked to Lin Jiang and whispered.

"Old Chen, am I old?"

"Sir, you are still in your prime."

"No, I'm old"

Lin Jiang shook his head. Perhaps his body was still young, but his mentality was old. He was actually reminiscing about the past and missed the old times very much.

Old Chen didn't know how to answer for a moment. He couldn't see any signs of aging in Lin Jiang. Although he couldn't see Lin Jiang's real face, he couldn't sense any signs of aging in Lin Jiang. Instead, he felt the ruthlessness of time. His father, Old Chen, was hospitalized last month. For a martial saint, this was a sign of complete aging, proving that his blood and qi had declined and his life was in the countdown, just like an ordinary person.

"Forget it, forget it."

Lin Jiang shook his head, sorted out his mood, and slowly stood up.

"Old Chen, how many years have you been with me?"

"I have worked for you for sixty years, and have been with you for more than thirty years." "

Do you want to retire?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I will let you retire in two years."

"Thank you, sir. Before I retire, I will find a qualified person to replace me."

"Is your son not good enough?"

"He's a piece of trash. I can't leave the safety of the gentleman in his hands. But I have found a few seeds and am training them."

Chen Yuanhua said. His son's martial arts level is okay, but his personality is completely bad. He is not qualified for this task.

The Chen family is now completely tied to Lin Jiang. The prosperity and wealth of their family of dozens of people are all related to Lin Jiang. He doesn't want to be poor and destitute for the rest of his life.

"Okay, you arrange it. I trust you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Let's go and see what those people have done."

Lin Jiang nodded and then came to another corner of the manor. There was a temporary factory here. Some professionals were cleaning things.

They were all dug out from the ground. There were corpses, weapons, and even storage bags. Some storage bags were broken, but some were intact. Of course, Lin Jiang couldn't open them now, but he was collecting them.

What Lin Jiang wanted most was Lin Batian's Space-Time Mirror. This thing was a cheat among all the treasures. With it, once Lin Jiang waited for the spiritual energy to revive, he could almost dominate the world. The second was the Golden Bell of the Yu family ancestor, which specialized in the soul. By then, perhaps the technological weapons would be garbage in front of him.

"Sir, the work here cannot be finished in a short time. Why don't you go back and rest? I'll keep an eye on it."

"Send someone to keep an eye on it. Remember, all the items must be registered one by one, and I must personally review them."

"Don't worry, sir, no one can hide them privately."

Chen Yuanhua nodded. He rarely saw Lin Jiang attach so much importance to it.

Lin Jiang didn't say anything else. He really didn't have time to keep an eye on this matter. He just sent someone to do it.

Back in the manor, Lin Jiang continued to admire these weapons. Some broken weapons would be handed over to the research institutions under his name, so that they could use scientific methods to study and see if they could reproduce some of them.

"Sir"

After a while, a woman came in. The woman was not young anymore, about fifty years old, and was also a member of Lin Jiang's secretarial team.

Before, Lin Jiang's secretarial team advanced and retreated together, but now Lin Jiang has a rotation of old and new people, with the old responsible for leading the new, but there is always a leader.

"How was your trip?"

"The Great Wall is fun, but climbing it is too tiring, I am old"

"Then I will take you to a place where you don't have to climb mountains next time"

"Okay, sir"

"How are the people below doing?"

"There are already quite a few things. Do you want to send them to Harbour City or here?"

"Send them to Harbour City, I will go back then"

Lin Jiang nodded. In the past two years, he began to collect antiques, but they are not real antiques, but relics from the past immortal cultivation era. Many things from the immortal cultivation era have also been unearthed in Zhongzhou and other places. They are regarded as antiques, either in personal collectors or in some museums.

Lin Jiang is using all means to get them back. Anything that can withstand the invasion of tens of thousands of years is a treasure. For example, the Dan Ding of the Danxia Sect, Tongtian Realm, etc., are all things that Lin Jiang covets.

If the spiritual energy is revived, Lin Jiang will have these treasures. Who can still threaten him?

In the following days, more and more things were dug out, but there was nothing that made Lin Jiang's eyes light up.

"Sir"

Chen Yuanhua came in a hurry one day, his face was not very good.

"What happened?"

"Yu Cheng, the vice president of Liuhe Financial Group, died last night"

"Yu Cheng, a member of the Yu family, I remember I promoted him three months ago"

"Yes, he died strangely"

"What was the cause of death?"

"Allergy"

"Haha, it is indeed very strange that a vice president of a financial group died of allergies"

Lin Jiang sneered. Some allergies can indeed kill people, but it is impossible for a vice president. He has a professional medical team around him. This is a louse on the top of a monk's head, an obvious thing.

"Sir, it's been forty years. Some people have forgotten your terror. The power they have gained has made them swell up,"

Chen Yuanhua said coldly. Forty years ago, Lin Jiang was assassinated on Moon Island. He cleared out his financial group and stabilized it for forty years. Now forty years have passed, and the power transfer has lasted for another generation or two. Some people have forgotten Lin Jiang's terror.

"Investigate it. Clear out whoever you find out, no matter who it is,"

Lin Jiang said indifferently. Forty years is like a reincarnation. Since those people don't want to live a good life, Lin Jiang will help them.