[Come on, brother, you're still growing your own spiritual herbs?]

[Hey, buddy, do I have to stay by the furnace to make an elixir?]

[The Emperor is invincible? My friend, times have changed!]

Li Kong, a traveler from a technologically advanced world to the world of cultivation, relies on his extensive electrical engineering knowledge from his past life to bring about an unprecedented industrial revolution. However, as his own strength and the forces around him grow, he discovers...

[Son, do you really think your mother and I are just ordinary farmers?]

[Good disciple, Master will teach you one last thing...]

[Brother... I know where I came from, I'm sorry...]

[Gods? Ha, if humans don't recognize them, who dares to deify them?]

[Where are the demons?! ! !]

The conspiracy of the world unfolds step by step in front of Li Kong. This time he believes that the future of the human race no longer needs to rely on a certain person, and it is time to settle accounts with everything in the past.

When history becomes legend, when legend becomes myth, when myth has faded and become fragmented, when the dust of time has buried everything, our names, our stories, still spread in the long river of time, like the sun high in the sky, eternally shining on the earth, never to be extinguished. Remember, there was once a group of people who stood tall between heaven and earth, like pillars supporting the sky, never bowing or kneeling to anyone. They held wind and thunder in their hands, they trod on dragons and snakes, they cleaved the earth with their fists, they shattered stars with their palms; they were our ancestors, they shared the same bloodline as us, they called themselves shamans when they walked on the earth, and after they shattered the void, they became shaman gods!

This is an era where legends have faded: the old Dragon King in the north turns over and the earth trembles; the peacocks in the west, nestled among the green leaves, are too lazy to move; two old sword-wielding men, with no grudge against each other, fight to the death; and a poor, weary scholar throws aside his books, suddenly draws his sword, and shatters half the land. This is also an era where legends are reborn: stunningly beautiful girls don't yet know how to dress; generals who sweep the land are still stealing sheep; not to mention the still-growing eccentric scholars, heretics, and strange monks; a callow youth picks up a purple robe and wants to declare himself emperor, only to be stabbed through the heart by an even younger child. That younger child says: "The stage is set, all the roles are played, a bizarre and wonderful panorama of humanity, but I am the protagonist of this play, destined for greatness. What can I do? I, a swordsman, am destined to be stronger than everyone else!"