A man in the world of immortality was born with a serious illness, and the root cause of the illness was "rules." The superior immortals monopolized the spiritual energy and captured the spiritual veins. They use extremely gorgeous sword techniques and compassionate rhetoric to collect the "shield tax" that is bone-crushing and marrow-draining year after year.
Qin Pingchuan originally just wanted to be a peaceful man, relying on his unique skills of repairing formations to keep his wife and children fed. But when those "saviors" who are full of benevolence and morality, in order to maintain their privileges, swing the butcher knife at his family...
Qin Pingchuan picked up his rusty iron wrench, turned around and walked into the snow. No spiritual roots? Then use gears and gunpowder to reshape the world. Immortal magic reaching heaven? Then use pure physical kinetic energy to teach gods how to behave.
When the rain of swords fell from the sky, the mortal threw out a rusty iron lump and looked coldly at the immortal who fell to the altar: "It's time for your era to turn."
