Cultivation of Immortality: Start by Rubbing Nuclear Bombs with Your Hands

Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul... Immortal cultivators move mountains and seas, and treat mortals like ants. Until Han Feng traveled through time and took over the Tiangong Sect, which was heavily in debt and about to close down. Facing the strong foundation builder who came to press for debt, Han Feng did not draw his sword, but instead took out a black iron lump with a rough appearance. "Sir, times have changed." Boom——! When the smoke dissipated, the entire world of cultivation fell into silence as they looked at the body-protecting spiritual shield that had been blown into pieces. From then on, the painting style of Tiangong Sect changed drastically. While other sects were still spending ten years refining a top-grade flying sword, Han Feng had already rolled out a thousand psychic assault rifles from his assembly line. While the peerless genius was still trying to escape the thunder catastrophe, Han Feng had already erected a lightning rod and was preparing to collect the sky thunder to make a high-energy battery. Many years later, when the great masters of the world of immortality united to fight against this alien, they were greeted by an overwhelming array of missiles and a towering mushroom cloud. Han Feng stood on the steel fortress and said calmly: "In this world, caliber is justice, and range is truth. And I am the truth!"