I, Who Have No Spiritual Roots, Have Inherited Interstellar Civilization

The mine collapsed and the sect sealed the shaft. Twenty-nine miners were buried underground, and the immortal outside said only one word. "A waste of spiritual roots as a handyman does not count as a human life." Shen Yan is that useless spiritual root. He was supposed to die at the bottom of the black sand mine, but when all the spiritual lamps were extinguished, he dug out a spark core from a seventh-level interstellar civilization. From this moment on, the rules of the world of immortality changed. The sect says that mortals cannot practice. Shen Yan built a nano-exoskeleton to allow miners to move thousands of pounds of rocks with their bare hands. The alchemist said that mortals who are seriously injured can only wait to die. Shen Yan opened up the medical bubble and made low-level elixirs unsaleable on the spot. The immortal wields a sword high above. Shen Yan lit the gravitational anchor and pulled them down from the sky. Later, the sect blocked the spiritual veins and he built a zero-point energy well. The Immortal Dynasty wants to seize technology, so he makes public the people's livelihood agreement. Heaven brought thunder and disaster, and he looked up. "Zero, parse it."