When Scientific and Technological Civilization Asks Me to Teach Them to Cultivate Immortality

Su Xingluo, a handyman of the Biluo Sect in the Cangling Realm, has such a useless spiritual root that he can't even bother to light up his spiritual stone - all five attributes were occupied, and each one was pitifully weak. The sect's appraisal: It's a waste product, and it will be difficult to draw energy in this life. But she doesn't believe in fate. After three years of hard training, she picked up an extraterrestrial metal ball - "Dome" - from a crack in a cliff. It came from a super regime that had conquered seventeen alien civilizations and reached the pinnacle of technology in the material dimension. It can optimize exercises and simulate elixir recipes, but it can never understand what "enlightenment" means. On the day the sky cracked, Su Xingluo met Xingli - a remnant whose hometown was destroyed by the Federation, and a fugitive who had been sailing alone in the darkness for half his life. He taught her to understand the vastness of the sea of ​​stars of hundreds of races, and she taught him to feel the temperature of the first ray of spiritual energy in his Dantian. When the two worlds moved from war to merging, when a hundred alien civilizations knocked on Cangling's mountain door, and when Xingli flew into the depths of the void alone with a dimensional bomb to protect her world - she finally understood that the true cultivation of immortality is not about strength, but about heart. "I'm here to teach you how to become an immortal." She said while standing at the gathering of hundreds of tribes. "I'm not here to conquer you - I'm here to take you home." From material to spiritual, from Cangling to Xinghai, from a handyman to the co-owner of hundreds of races. She took a road no one had traveled before, and behind her was a sky full of stars.