Xiu Xian: I Have an Artificial Satellite

In Jiuhuang Gate, aerospace scholar Zhou Hang traveled through time and became a handyman monk. The residual spiritual roots are like grass and mustard, and there is no hope of cultivating immortality. Looking up at the stars, the artificial satellite "Proxy" he designed is floating nine days away. [The navigation module has been unlocked - everything in the world has nothing to hide] [The communication module has been unlocked - shrink into an inch, and the world is so close] [The observation module has been unlocked - calling the wind and rain, predicting the unknown] [Remote sensing module has been unlocked - spread the beans and become an army, subverting the country with a snap of the finger] [The space-based weapon module has been unlocked - Apocalypse destroys the world and causes disaster in the cave] [The "Dyson Sphere" module has been unlocked - the sun is a furnace, a thought is eternal] … There will be no immortals in the world, and the path to seek the Tao will be covered in dust for eternity. Searching for immortality yields no results, and those who search for immortality all fall into the wrong path. When enemies surrounded him, Zhou Hang slowly raised his hand: "Three... Two... One." "Apocalypse Railgun, down." Divine soldiers descended from the sky, and the demons howled. On this day, the name of "The Taoist of the Universe" resounded throughout the world.