Farming + technology + apocalypse + evolution + supplies
Chu Feng had just transmigrated to Blue Star and was completely bewildered. What? A crossbow is a third-tier divine art known only to the city guards? Then what tier is a firearm?
Everyone: What's a firearm? It sounds a little like the Flame Art, the Western Empire's national-protection divine art. Could it be... another legendary divine art?
Chu Feng: ...
This world was ignorant, yet it yearned for science. They even called technology divine arts, and supposedly, whenever a great divine art was created, the gods would bestow their blessings.
The great noble Qin Feng: That day, Master Chu told everyone to believe in science, then turned around, climbed aboard that forbidden divine art, and soared into the sky. At that moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the heavens shone with radiance, countless celestial wonders appeared, and a massive city descended from the sky...
Everyone: Chu Feng is such a rascal, telling us to believe in science? Like hell I will.
Chu Feng: I hear... some people still don't believe in science and keep believing in the gods? Just wait a moment. I'll go send the gods a delivery. That's right, it's a Dongfeng delivery, postage paid, delivered straight to their door. The kind that only accepts good reviews.
