While cultivators across the continent are locked in cutthroat competition for resources, Pangu Village has gone completely off the rails.
Other sects fight tooth and nail over a single Qi-Gathering Pill.
Pangu Village: [AK-47 production line complete. Every qualified villager gets one, plus 300 rounds of ammunition.]
The chosen prodigies of the immortal sects beam with pride over their low-grade flying swords, soaring through the sky to look down on all creation.
Qin Mu, piloting a Gundam: “You're flying too high. Get down here!” He reaches up and yanks the cultivator out of the sky.
A master alchemist spends a century of effort refining a batch of Youth-Retaining Pills, attracting countless female cultivators.
Qin Mu: “What's a Youth-Retaining Pill? This is penicillin. One shot and it'll cure what ails you. Want some? Bring me your weapon-forging blueprints!”
The ancestor of a holy land secludes himself for a thousand years, comprehends a world-destroying divine art, and summons a heavenly tribulation.
Qin Mu, looking at the radar screen: “High-energy fusion reaction detected ahead. Recommend delivering an ‘Dongfeng’ missile to discourage them through physical means.”
The Holy Maiden of Tianyan Sect, clutching her shattered Dao heart: “He calls my protective treasure an energy shield and my inner demon a hormonal imbalance... It's over. I can never see the world the same way again.”
From then on, a legend spreads through the cultivation world: You can anger a holy land, but never touch a blade of grass in Pangu Village!
