After sleeping for five years, the Immortal Emperor Chu Feng stretched lazily in his hospital bed.
His family fortune has been emptied? Spiritual energy is making a comeback? Hidden masters are stirring?
No big deal. First, he’ll help his niece deal with her awful relatives, grow some flowers, and fix up the city’s spiritual ley lines while he’s at it.
When powerful enemies from across the heavens and myriad realms come sweeping in across the stars, they find him holding a thermos, with an entire “tech cultivation” army standing behind him.
“Don’t be nervous. I just want you all to see how our little world ascends!”
