My name is Lin Feng, a national weapons engineer who died in a space-time experiment accident.
When he opened his eyes again, he and Ye Fan rode in the Kowloon coffin and sailed towards the unknown starry sky.
The world of cultivating immortals says: Spiritual roots are given by God, magic weapons require chance, formations depend on understanding, and elixirs depend on the temperature of the fire.
I laughed.
When the crocodile ancestor demon tide swept through Yinghuo, I forged the "Truth Type I" psychic rifle with my bare hands; when the geniuses of the Holy Land competed for the Source Stone, I established an energy spectrum database; when the darkness and chaos swallowed all living beings, the "Law-Reunification Satellite" I launched was in the synchronous orbit to spread the barrier.
Ye Fan sent back urgent news from the Starry Sky Ancient Road, and I replied: "The coordinates have been locked, and a cross-star domain saturation law attack will be carried out in three minutes."
The Supreme Being in the restricted area sneered: "How dare you, a mere ant, dare to talk about things that go against the will of heaven?"
I activated the 360 "void reactors" surrounding Beidou, and the industrial matrix of the entire civilization floated behind me.
"Wrong, I'm not going against heaven."
"I am giving this unscientific universe a required lesson called 'Productivity determines the superstructure.'"
While everyone is cultivating immortality, I have led the entire human race to start an industrial revolution that touches the underlying logic of the universe.
