[A High-Octane Preview of “Technological Ascension”]
When cybernetic machinery clashes with ancient martial bloodlines, can a screwdriver shatter a thousand-year-old rule of cultivation?
The moment I put uranium-based energy into a bronze Bagua furnace with my own hands, military satellites had already locked onto my company building.
Those old fossils who say, “How could machines ever attain the Dao?” are watching their Daoist hearts shatter as my “Seven-Orifice Exquisite” core burns them to ashes.
But the real danger is the Tang-style saber at He Yao’s waist, which can sever 5G signals, and the alchemy AI in the lab that suddenly starts talking.
The night the warlords’ tide of mechs crushed the neon towers, I gripped my wrench and sneered. So-called ascension is nothing more than an industrial revolution precise to 0.01 nanometers.
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