A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky as the lightning tribulation descended, plunging the Heavenly Court into terror. Of course they were terrified. If they weren't, there would be no justice in the world. This unprecedented, cheat-like mass advancement had no precedent anywhere.
Other than a small handful of people, no one suspected Chef Qin, because it truly had nothing to do with him. Even if it did, no one would have believed it, because it was completely unscientific.
Yet it was precisely because new worldviews, values, and novel items had appeared that the grassroots artisan immortals began to imagine new possibilities. The limits of their old thinking had been shattered, and they gradually touched upon something entirely different—a strange, miraculous power: technology!
When technology collided with immortal arts and sparked, combined with the root source of Merit, this large-scale tribulation crossing became perfectly natural.
Chef Qin was not in the Heavenly Court, but his legends lurked in every hidden corner of it. They grew ever more fantastical and ever more widely accepted. With the Food God and others fanning the flames, the moment Doraemon appeared, it set off a frenzy, expanding the variables beyond Chef Qin's original plans. Now that this wave of heavenly lightning had descended, things had already gone wildly off course.
The most fucked-up part was that Qin Fen did not merely go off course—he dragged others into the pit with him. Now, the third person to be screwed to death had appeared.
Hearing his granddaughter's question, Li Jing wanted nothing more than to slap himself several times. Serves you right for talking too much. Stupid now, aren't you? You called them trash?
Even a blind man could see it. There were several thousand people here. If you called them trash, then you were the