Farming Cultivation World

You have a flying sword, which can kill enemies from thousands of miles away; I have missiles, which can destroy enemies from thousands of miles away. You have the method of seizing the body, and you are still alive; I have cloning and copying, and I will never stop dying. You have a mountain-protecting formation, which is impregnable; I have a cannon, okay? If it doesn't work, eat my big Ivan, GG You jumped over the wall in a hurry, slaughtered me as a mortal, and cut off my scientific and technological inheritance; I have been genetically modified, and I no longer have spiritual roots, and I have forbidden the heaven and the ultimate law.