A word of advice to fellow cultivators who can't sleep and want to witness a "dimensionality-reduction strike": come on in. Other cultivators rely on sudden enlightenment, fortuitous encounters, or an ancestor passing on their power. But these three scientists who transmigrated into this world showed up with vernier calipers, determined to assign units to spiritual energy, set tolerances for talismans, and measure the diameter of golden cores.
They meant to use metrology to revive a small sect, but accidentally toppled the mystical foundations of the cultivation world and unearthed an ancient civilization that had brought about its own destruction with "data that was too precise"...
A friendly reminder: this novel has no System and no golden finger, only three research-obsessed workaholics crushing the competition with their methodology. Insomniacs can use it as a sleep aid. Science and engineering readers, bring your calculators and follow along.
The setting of the novel is good and the plot is also pretty good.