Today I Am Going to Complain About This Heavenly Way

"Yun Qi, when will your plan be handed in? The whole department is waiting for you!" The familiar sound of urging suddenly woke Yun Qi up from his dream. He rubbed his tight forehead with a bitter smile on his lips. The scene in the dream was too clear: In a bright office, he was typing on the computer keyboard to edit PPT. The days when he could cope with it without using his spiritual energy or running around and only using his brain have now become an unattainable luxury. As the chosen one who traveled to the world of immortality, he relied on the modern soul plug-in and the fierceness of "winding up to death" to compress the ascension path of others from thousands of years to a hundred years, and became the fastest ascension monk. I thought I would be able to live happily ever after by becoming an immortal, but who would have thought that the upper world would actually be the "Tiandao workplace" - where check-ins, performance appraisals, and task KPIs all remain the same. All kinds of tiring work came one after another, and the spiritual energy was consumed faster than the hair fell out faster than the previous plan. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to fish. The promised immortal Xiaoyao? It's obviously a different place 996! Yun Qi looked at the merit recorder with task prompts flashing on the panel, and felt that in this world of cultivating immortals, it was better to work overtime and change PPT in his previous life.