[Traditional Cultivation + Mortal Journey + Heavenly Bottle + Multi-Dimensional] The Immortal Realm's order has collapsed, and the Ten Dao Ancestors have perished. The Spirit Realm's powerful figures are all lost, and there are no more Mahayana cultivators. Only the Mortal Realm can condense the fortune of the Three Realms...

Mo Fan, a boy from a mountain village, longed to be a carefree immortal, soaring through the heavens and escaping the earth. After failing numerous aptitude tests, he received a small green bottle from his aunt, which opened the door to immortality. On his cultivation journey, he always remembered his aunt's mission to prioritize survival, never forgetting his original aspirations, taking each step steadily until he finally reached the pinnacle of the cultivation world, becoming a mortal Dao Ancestor of a new era...

Lin Yue, a third-rate engineering scumbag, gets his throat pierced by an iron skewer while eating lamb skewers. He then journeys through the world of immortal cultivation, encountering various confidantes. Starting with a scrap of wood, a few animal sinews, and a heavy crossbow, he struggles to survive. While the cultivators are still painstakingly cultivating sword techniques and grasping the truth, Lin Yue has already honed his skills, using spirit stones as batteries and formations as circuits, creating a "psychic revolver"! Is your flying sword fast? My "AK47 assault rifle" has even more powerful fire! Do you have a spiritual lock? My "Clairvoyant Sniper Scope" can see even further! This is the story of an engineering nerd who uses his knowledge to bring down the entire world of immortal cultivation. (Ratings are initially low, but they will rise.)

Traveling through the world of cultivation, Li Qingshan said it was very difficult. When he was eighteen years old, he took a spiritual root test and was found to be just a mortal without spiritual roots. He had no choice but to retreat to a small mountain village, get married and have children, and live for a hundred years.

A hundred years later, an immortal passed by the small mountain village and actually detected that I had a natural spiritual root?

Oh my god, are you kidding me?

A hundred-year-old spiritual root, even a dog wouldn't want it...

Yes, the dog doesn’t want it, but I do!

A hundred years old is the prime age for cultivating immortality!