After the Founding of the Nation, All Ascended Cultivators Get Shot Down by Missiles

[Making it up as I go, updates whenever inspiration strikes] [By starting this novel, you agree to live longer than the author] The authorities say, "After the founding of the country, animals aren't allowed to become spirits." The people ask, "Then how are we supposed to ascend?" The authorities reply, "We'll shoot you down with missiles!" This is the story of a bunch of miserable cultivators who were shot down by missiles before they could successfully ascend. Please note that this novel is: A brainless, hilarious slice-of-life series X1 Without any big conspiracies X1 Primarily about the protagonist's growth X1 Don't try to reason with the Heavenly Dao in this novel X1 Updates whenever inspiration strikes. If fate allows, there'll be an update. Don't rush me, don't rush me. There will be both BL and BG couples. If that's not your thing, please leave the battlefield now. This novel is a labor of love. Please note before reading: - I write better than anyone in the world. I will not accept any arguments to the contrary. - You may offer criticism or give it a low rating, but please provide sound reasons. If you pick a fight with me for no good reason, I'll pick one right back. - If some readers insist that my setting has problems and try to apply someone else's setting, or some bizarre claim from who-knows-where, to mine... Fine. If you can get an ascended grandmaster to come and explain it in person, I'll immediately admit I'm wrong, kneel, and change the setting. - As long as I'm having fun, that's all that matters. Theme: Believe firmly in the Scientific Outlook on Development and reject feudal superstition.