Interstellar Cultivation: Start by Picking up Trash

Thirty million years into the star calendar, the human race's empire of cultivating immortals that once spanned the galaxy has long since collapsed, the stars have gone out, and the immortals and Buddhas have fallen. Today's galaxy is a dead wasteland filled with mechanical wreckage, corpses of ancient gods, and mutant families. Li Ji, the last gravekeeper of the empire, woke up in a colonial mothership that was about to run out of energy. Facing the desperate situation of certain death, he pressed the long-dusted red button - [Fourth Natural Disaster Agreement, activated. As a result, a group of terrifying creatures calling themselves "players" arrived. They are immortal, they are greedy and crazy. They used the terrifying void beasts as experience packs, disassembled the dangerous corpses of ancient gods into equipment materials, and turned the serious interstellar war into a racing game. The indigenous civilization trembled: "Crazy! They are a group of unreasonable interstellar locusts!" The players reveled: "Fuck! The graphics of this game are so good! Brothers, blow up that planet for fun!" Li Ji sat on the throne, looking at the "Fourth Natural Disaster" flying in the sky, and calmly ordered: "The place we are going to is the sea of stars. Everywhere we pass is the territory of the empire."