On the day when the second law of thermodynamics was proven to be able to be crushed by carbon-based organisms with bare hands, mankind completely lost the starry sky.
Those creatures call themselves "fairies".
They don't have starships or Dyson spheres. Just by sitting cross-legged in a vacuum of absolute zero and opening their pores, they can greedily swallow up the light of stars and the high-dimensional radiation of the universe like black holes.
The scientific community calls the high-dimensional energy that violates the conservation of mass "zero-point particle flow", while those superior immortals call it "spiritual energy".
The heavy industrial buildings that human civilization has been proud of for three thousand years are as fragile as matchlock guns during World War I in the face of the cultivating civilization that "brings great power to itself".
Defeat did not bring about massacre, because human beings were not even qualified to be massacred. In the eyes of immortals, mortals without "spiritual roots" are only worthy of being like moss under the shadow of stars, surviving by picking up the residue of spiritual energy.
The remaining humans were driven into dark underground cities. Here, there is no morality of family and country, no revival of civilization, there is only one thing - fuel.
Spiritual stones, the most basic currency and cultivation consumables in the eyes of immortal cultivators, are the only "high-purity uranium" that can run geothermal generators and filter water pumps for people in the underground city.
Then, he put himself into a smuggling cabin, and like a rough solid iron bullet, he hit the back gardens of the gods and Buddhas.
He does not seek immortality or ask about the road.
He just went up there to grab some "firewood" so that his family could survive the winter.
Whoever dared to stop him from getting firewood at home, he would smash his idol and the entire thirty-third sky to pieces.
