Shen Tang has awoken on the way to exile and discovered that this world was very unscientific. When the divine stone fell from the sky, numerous kingdoms began to fight against each other. Scholars could condense wenxin, their words became reality. Martial artists could create wudan, splitting mountains and breaking seas. The man she believed to be only a pretty boy told her to “fight” and a moment later he was wearing armor with a spear in hand. One person can become an army and single-handedly win over troops. Someone that looked like the tuberculosis patient said, “scatter like stars in the sky or chess pieces on a board”. The sky is round, while the land is like a chessboard. The formation of troops can be grasped in passing! This TM can’t be considered scientific! It is clear that in this world, theology was the nail in the coffin of science. And she— “Your Highness, there is a severe drought in north county, how about you cry a bit?” Shen Tang: “…” “Your Highness, there is a flood in Nanzhou, how about you smile more?” Shen Tang: “…” ——————— Shen Tang has no choice but to abandon her beloved painting brush and accept the path of the strongest.