Cultivation? I Am Mechanically Ascending!

My name is Lin Zhao, and I have traveled through time. I originally thought it was a standard world of cultivating immortals, but I found that the style of painting here was seriously wrong. Those flying in the sky are not immortals, but roaring steam airships; What the monks breathe out is not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the industrial spiritual energy that is conveyed in the pipeline and smells of machine oil; The one in each hand is not a flying sword, but an ether rifle that needs to be loaded manually. As for me, I can't even do the most basic thing of introducing air into my body, so I can only work as a 996 mechanic in a lower-class city where the sun never shines. My daily dream is to save enough money to buy a tin house with less leakage. Until that day, I created a palm-sized personal spiritual core based on an ancient atlas with a strange painting style that I picked up. Then, my house was confiscated by Meridian Foundry Group, my immediate boss, landlord and creditor. Go to hell. At the last second when I was cornered, I inserted it into my chest. They thought they were hunting down a desperate low-level mechanic. They will soon understand what kind of monster they have messed with. When a person's heart is a high-pressure alchemical furnace, the meridians are flowing with overloaded psychic steam, and the temperature of the blood is so high that it can melt steel. Do you call this a monk? No, I am an industrial revolution walking in the world.