I Woke Up Eight Thousand Years Old and Became the Ancestor?

Shan Feng is the youngest disciple of Kunlun Palace. When she was ten, she dozed off for a moment and transmigrated to a wasteland eight thousand years in the future. Mechanical prosthetics, gene editing, and all sorts of machines that could fly through the sky and burrow underground without using magic. It took Shan Feng a whole month to finally accept the world before her. She reassured herself: “Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. As Kunlun Palace's most outstanding young disciple, I can definitely survive.” At the time, sand demons were running rampant, and demonic power and technology were evenly matched. Just to find the child she'd picked up from a garbage heap, Shan Feng raised a hand and smashed a great demon to pieces. She'd forgotten that she wasn't just a young disciple of Kunlun Palace. She was also an eight-thousand-and-ten-year-old ancestor. Talisman drawing, sword riding, lightning summoning, alchemy... When technology can't deal with pollution, the ancestor will! The Abnormal Entities Administration stared at the mutated creatures beaten half to death by an “elementary school student” and fell into deep thought. And so, three months later... Mutated cockroaches, wanted evil spirits, and all the rest flocked to the Abnormal Entities Administration to apply for detention. Li Xiaoping, head of the Abnormal Entities Management Group, proudly slapped his superior on the shoulder. “Well? Scared by my ancestor's power?”