I, Feng Wuque, am recognized as a waste spirit root in the world of immortality cultivation. Just as he was about to lose his soul under the tribulation thunder, two sighs suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness:
"Fellow Taoist, your posture to control thunder is wrong." - From a certain modern scroll king.
"Energy loop optimization suggestions have been sent, please check." - From a certain scientific research geek in the future.
From then on, my painting style of cultivating immortals completely went astray.
When refining a weapon, the molecular structure of the material is analyzed in front of my ears.
When setting up the formation, there is a diagram of spatial topology in front of you.
When discussing, the words that pop out of my mouth are project management and KPI.
Until cracks appeared in the sky of the three realms, and the gaze that spanned eternity dropped down:
"It's time for the three corpse incarnations of me to return to their places."
I put down the cross-border live broadcast array I was debugging and looked at the two familiar and unfamiliar shadows in the sea of consciousness.
"You two," I made a magic trick and connected the communication channels of the three worlds, "the customers think our service is too bulky."
"How about... Give him the entire Trinity Supreme Package?"
The left hand forms the science seal, the right hand holds the management secret, and the natal magic weapon made of the core of the mecha hangs behind him.
Now, let the three realms see what modern cultivation of immortality is.
