Fantasy Tomb in Book World

This is not a story of salvation where the chosen one saves the day. In the Jishen Continent, star magic flowed for thousands of years. There are gods sleeping and waking up on the top of the mountain, and there are monks in the world who forge their bodies and condense their bodies. The average life span of a person is hundreds of years. Beast tides are coming back and forth on the border, demons are dormant in underground cities, the four great kingdoms are at their peak in the Spring and Autumn Period, there are saints and gods, the sky is falling, empires, clans are standing up, and no one has left. Wei Xingling, who was a double Ph. D. Immersed in the fields of machinery and electronics in his previous life, woke up and became an ordinary child in the ice-bound city of Yuwu Country. There is no blood feud, no system, and no thought of dominating the world. It is nothing more than opening up a path for mechanical craze in this fantasy world. Later, alien meteorites fell from the sky, and a wave of insects swept across the southern border. Without him, humans would have been able to clear out the Zerg for decades or hundreds of years; with him, there would have been less casualties and a quicker end. Hundreds of years have passed, practicing, drawing, tinkering with parts, and growing up with the gods. He was just a passing technical geek, quietly leaving some traces of steel and gears in the long history of Jishen Continent. Unexpectedly, after messing around, he married a god of a country and became the emperor of a country.