Exiled by Nuclear Explosion, I Reshape the Doomsday Wasteland

In the year 2157 of the Earth's calendar, nuclear winter has shrouded for a hundred years, and the surviving humans huddled under the steel dome. The civilization of cultivation has long been lost in the dust of history and has become a myth. Liu Xuan, the last person who knew what aura was, was sentenced to "merciful exile" by the Federation Council for "spreading panic and illegally researching forbidden energy" - the destination, the desolate Death Star numbered X-73. In the trial seat where the ball was broadcast live, Liu Xuan had no expression on his face. Only he knew that deep within the exhausted golden elixir in his body, a glimmer of light was resonating with the distant sea of ​​stars. X-73? It was a fragment of the cave sky that he randomly inspired during his ascension thousands of years ago, and it was called "Xuanyuan Realm". When the transport ship passes through the star gate, the desolate Death Star loses its disguise, spiritual energy surges like a tide, the mountains and rivers move on their own, and the palace breaks out of the ground. The Taoist boy who was enlightened in the past has become a protector of the world, leading thousands of monks to fall to the ground and shout: "Welcome the return of the Immortal Lord!" The federal speaker, who was witnessing everything through the interstellar live broadcast, had the energy drink can in his hand squeezed out of shape. How is this an exile? This is letting the tiger return to the mountain, no, it is letting the god return to his throne! Liu Xuan, on the other hand, just raised his hand slightly in front of the ubiquitous camera. "From today on, I have the final say in this world." "As for you..." He looked into the deep space, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the star gate, "Are you ready to meet the real 'anti-humanity'?"