Looking at the steel humanoid before me, I couldn't help sinking into thought. “Are you really pursuing ascension?” “Flesh is weak. Mechanical ascension.” A voice with a mechanical quality came from within the steel humanoid, answering my question. “Fellow Daoist, please enlighten me.” I reluctantly drew the long sword at my waist and pointed it at him. “Loading sword cultivator module.” The steel humanoid emitted a cold electronic voice. The steel on its body shifted and reassembled, forming a pitch-black longsword that began to spin around it. In this age of declining cultivation, the number of strange cultivators has grown once again.
