Productivity is the foundation of everything.

The level of productivity is determined by technology and the mental state of the "vast majority of people".

The so-called mental state is actually a collection of thoughts of contemporary people.

Art is the derivative embodiment of technology, productivity and the collective of ideas.

Art is not only a product of the times, but also transcends the shackles of the times.

Good art can lead civilization forward.

In 2206, after the end of the new human leadership meeting, Chen Feng instructed that the footsteps of mankind had gone to the outer solar system, and he believed that since the leadership of the foreign colonies could not return to the earth to hold meetings in the future, the future meetings would be held online using quantum networks.

Within the solar system, a real-life meeting is held every ten years, the main purpose of which is to convey the spirit, and at the same time, he will examine the situation of some people in person, and promote some important positions.

Now that Chen Feng has rich life experience, and has seen countless people's lives, old age, sickness and death, his understanding of human nature has reached a depth that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Even if he is a natural actor, there is nothing to hide in front of him.

Over the years, he has not only played a benevolent old man.

Although the vast majority of people are trustworthy, there will always be some people who can't control the dark side of their hearts.

These people are not satisfied with social recognition in the ordinary sense, and they also desire to dominate the lives of others like Chen Feng.

If it was just the strong who you and I were willing to dominate the weak, Chen Feng would not say anything.

But there are always people who take risks, break the rules, ignore the law, and kill innocent people.

At this time, the quantum comprehensive monitoring network established by Chen Feng himself will play a role.

He personally ordered the arrest and handling of 8,000 people, if not 10,000.

In order to prevent the civilized system from moving towards an absolute militaristic regime that stifles creativity, he personally took control of the surveillance network.

When he dies, he will bury the net in the dust of history and order his successor not to use it.

……

Time unconsciously went to 2245 years, and at this time Chen Feng still had 55 years of life left.

Humans have established colonies in galaxies close to the solar system, such as the constellation Centauri.

In the previous timeline, The Salvation Society implemented the Comfort Plan at this point in time to weed out some of the stubborn laggards.

In fact, Chen Feng has already implemented it this time.

According to the prediction of the "Millennium Plan", the group of people sent by Chen Feng to Australia at the beginning should have lost about the same amount of population by about 2245.

Now, though, there's no need for a comfort plan.

Zhong Lei's efforts saved the fallen and brought new changes to Chen Feng.

More than 50 years have passed with a flick of a finger.

Time has come to 2300 years, and Chen Feng is finally about to reach the end of his life.

He was slightly wrong.

He thought he had about 300 years to live.

Now it seems that two hundred and eighty years have passed, but his limit is near, and he cannot be disobeyed.

It may be that he has lived too tired and hard in these years, and even the perfect galactic human can't withstand such oppression.

It may also be that his original estimate of his lifespan was still too hasty and inaccurate.

Who knows?

It doesn't matter.

The wonderful thing is that Chen Feng has already sensed the boundaries of his life, but he still looks just middle-aged.

He was still young, but he knew he was dying.

In recent months, his memories of invincibility, which were almost the equivalent of burning a disc, have faded.

There are so many things that he suddenly forgets, and his memories become more and more blurry.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it's old and dizzy.

After all, he lived to be more than 400 years old.

As the longest-lived person across ten timelines, he lived far too long.

His brain has been running at high intensity around the clock for more than 400 years, and even a machine should be aging.

That afternoon, he lay quietly on a beach chair in the Hanzhou Annex.

The sky is golden at sunset.

The elm trees in the courtyard shook their branches in the autumn wind.

Patches of golden leaves fall like golden snowflakes.

Outside the walls of Chen Feng's courtyard, millions of people stood densely.

The expressions on everyone's faces were sad, with a hint of confusion.

2500 years away, there are still 200 years to go.

The next two hundred years are particularly important.

But humanity has lost the leader who has led the way and lit a beacon for the world.

No matter how great a person is, he can't beat time after all.

Humanity is on its own.

At this time, Chen Feng still did not clearly tell the world that he would be resurrected, and he was even deliberately hiding this matter.

Because he doesn't want so many "Chen Feng" to appear again in the 31st century.

These people should have their own different destinies and give full play to their talents in their most suitable positions, rather than live for others as a spare tire for his soul carrier.

Chen Feng also believes that in the 31st century, the human beings in this timeline no longer need to put their hopes entirely on him crossing over to save the world.

This time, the human race will be very strong.

He had that faith.

Finally, a sky-high fire suddenly ignited under Chen Feng's Hanzhou Courtyard.

This is an arrangement he made in advance.

He told the world that he would choose cremation, and there was no need to erect a monument to repair the tomb, let alone people to put down their work and come here to pay homage every year.

He has only one requirement for future generations, to be himself.

The people standing outside the courtyard put their hands together and pressed them on both sides of their thighs, and they all looked up at the fire that was burning higher and higher.

No one saluted, and no one cried.

People just looked at it with solemn expressions.

In the vast Hanzhou Plain, there was no sound except for the beeping sound of the flames burning.

After a long time, the flames gradually stopped, and only a pool of white ash covering an area of more than 80 acres remained on the plain.

I don't know who started it.

In the crowd, the sound of a heavy fist in the chest suddenly sounded.

Then a rough and hoarse voice said loudly: "Thank you for guiding me forward." I will not let the sages down in this life. I will dedicate my life to the cause of mankind's eternal existence like a sage, until I die! ”

As soon as this statement came out, the servants gathered.

People choose to take vows instead of crying.

This time, Chen Feng has never publicized the title of "Xianzhe".

But some things seem inevitable.

He just died.

The name of "sage" spread throughout civilization.

……

"Stars? What year is it? Where is this? ”

In the spacious, bright and feminine room, Chen Feng sat up straight from the recliner with a confused face, turned his head to look at the girl in red beside him, and asked in wonder.

If memory serves, he should have just died.

The stars will do as he commands, creating the illusion of a cremation.

In fact, his body would be transported from the tunnels all the way underground and then frozen in a secret base located in the center of the earth.

His body, of course, could not be burned.

In case something happens to the solar system again, maybe it will have to be used to "borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul" in the 31st century.

Now he should have woken up directly in the thirty-first century.

Based on experience, he believes that there are only two scenarios for awakening.

First, he came directly as Private Chen Feng at the base of the Great Snow Mountain.

Second, wake up in a frozen ice coffin in an underground base.

But what the hell is this?

What the hell is this room?

Pink gauze tents, pink futons, a kawaii-style comic book mural on the wall, and the girl in red with a wicked smile next to her, Fanxing.

Master Chen was stunned.