After Time Travel, I Will Become a Physical Magic God in the Immortal World?

In his previous life, he had moved refrigerators, steel cabinets, and entire trucks of building materials. The last thing Zhou Chen lacked was his strength; but after traveling through the mining field to work as a handyman, the Immortal Master only looked at his spiritual roots. No matter how strong his muscles and bones were, he would only be a panting animal. Until the overseer cracked his shoulder bone with a whip, his flesh and blood remembered the blow. The heavy hammers he endured were hardened into his bones, the fire spells he endured soaked up his energy and blood, and the sword energy he endured eventually became his personal punch to break spells. In the mine, he knocked over the Qi Refining monk with his mortal body; during the sect trial, he dragged his injured leg to approach the genius who was good at long-range attacks; during the battle for the secret realm, those who had been driven out of the mountain gate began to follow him. Zhou Chen doesn't want the Immortal Sect to hand out a volume of kung fu. He wants to use his scarred body to walk the path of mortal body, spiritual bones, and fighting body. Then he asks the person sitting high in the clouds: Who said that without spiritual roots, you can only be a slave for generations?