Traveling through the world of immortality, I found out that the Five Elements Spiritual Root was the most useless, and was thrown to the handyman's office to wait for death.
They don't know that I was a chief engineer in nuclear physics in my previous life.
In my eyes, the so-called spiritual roots are just nuclear fuel waiting to be separated; the so-called cultivation is just the accumulation of critical mass.
When my fellow disciples were asking for the Foundation Building Pill, I built the first reactor in the back mountain.
When the elder showed off the power of the golden elixir, the star-like device in my body was running steadily.
When the "Logical Catastrophe" came down from the fairy world to wipe out my anomaly, I backhandedly patched it with rules.
Many years later, demons from outside the territory invaded and all laws were destroyed.
I unfolded a roll of drawings like the Milky Way above the nine heavens and asked softly:
"Have you ever tried using a two-way foil to defeat a cultivator?"
