This is a fragmented world. Human civilization is surviving on the planet after the Blade Beast Catastrophe. The flames of civilization in the underground fortress are appearing and disappearing. The human elites in space are brewing the ultimate plan to counterattack Blade Beast, but the human way forward is a little dim... “So.” A Mahayana master who failed to pass the tribulation for 125 years and a wisp of residual soul came to this 'weird' world and sighed to the sky: 'This is nothing to do with me.' [PS: The doomsday of science fiction the protagonist of immortal cultivation is not a brainless article. I will find the author's name to find the old book, and I will not introduce it one by one. The pitfalls are guaranteed. New readers will build it when they have time. Update it during the double opening period to ensure stability, and update it at the right time after it is launched.]