I'm Not Destined for Immortality

Ten years ago, an old man with a head of white hair held a book of heavenly secrets in his left hand and a volume titled One Hundred Thousand Whys in his right, and asked me to choose.

As a staunch materialist, I chose the right-hand book without hesitation.

The very next day, a pitch-black rift appeared in the sky,

connecting Earth to the world of cultivation.

I was eight years old that year.

Ten years later, I had become an ordinary mortal with no trace of spiritual energy.

In this great age, where cultivators were everywhere, I scraped by as best I could.

Though the path of cultivation was wonderful in every way, I still didn't advocate it, envy it, or pursue it.

As if Heaven had seen my devout faith in science, it bestowed a special ability upon me. I could see the nature of the world and understand its principles, allowing me to use technology to reach the very pinnacle of the world.

P.S. Science is the primary productive force!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.