I Am Archaeologically Exploring Chinese Mythology in the World of Cultivation

Late at night in Kunlun, college student Yang Yi accidentally entered the military restricted area and touched a rusty iron rod on the altar engraved with the word "Sacred Needle". The golden light tore through the night sky, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an alien mountain forest with twin suns hanging in the sky. Holding the magic needle in his hand, the mysterious old man in his mind teaches the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Skills", and the marksmanship is the guide. In this seemingly ordinary world of cultivation, Yang Yi relied on modern thinking and divine needle guidance to start from the "waste material" of the four spiritual roots, and quietly became proficient in alchemy, formations, and medical skills. The dull pain in his forehead gradually showed signs of strangeness, and the magic needle grew with him, turning the gun into a soldier. However, the traces of the Bagua furnace in the ruins, the ancient seal "Kunlun" on the ruined stele, the flat peach spirit root in the secret realm... The fragments of the truth of this world surprisingly overlapped with the Chinese mythology he had read in his grandfather's ancient books since he was a child. Laozi, Queen Mother of the West, Seventy-two Changes, Dinghai Shenzhen - the scattered myths are not fictions, but ancient coordinates waiting to be awakened. When he finally stood on the top of Mahayana after all the hardships and was about to ascend to the fairy world, the voice in the divine needle finally told the cruel truth: "Heaven has fallen, immortals and Buddhas are trapped, and you are... The last fire." From a mortal to a gun fairy, from ignorance to awakening. This is a practice that spans two realms, and it is also a solitary journey to trace the origin of mythology. Hold the magic needle to travel through time and practice the Nine Heavens Mysterious Kung Fu. I asked with a gun, practicing in a low-key manner, but I always encountered traces of Chinese mythology in the ruins. Until the night before my ascension, the voice in my mind told me: The world of cultivation you thought was the scattered reflection after the fall of heaven.