In the era of cyber cultivation filled with neon and blood, memory is the most expensive currency
Lin Xuan, a prosthetic doctor in Xicheng District, holds a scalpel, and the blade reflects a double hell - outside the explosion-proof glass, the plasma flying sword of the mechanical swordsman is cutting through the dusk of the slum; on the operating table, the "spiritual skeleton weapon" taken out of the girl's spine is eating away his memory of yesterday. This fragment of the Taixu Mirror, numbered NT-09, gave him a glimpse of the Jiuxiao Group's dirtiest secret: the powerful Nascent Soul suspended in the neon CBD, with the synapses of millions of civilians squirming in the Dantian.
Gu Qingxue, the last head of the Xuantian Sect, danced while dragging his shackles, and the nano-silk threads of his colorful feathers weaved a bloody talisman array in the heavy rain. She is the heir to the consortium and the leader of the resistance force "The Etchers". She is imprisoned in the monitoring program of her twin Nascent Souls, transmitting coordinates to the enemy with every heartbeat. When Lin Xuan cracked the spirit-eating insect vaccine in her spine, Zhulong's prosthetic eyes revealed the horrifying truth - her memory crystal contained the coordinates of the nuclear power plant site that triggered the psychic storm.
At this moment, 100,000 bronze coffins are suspended in the sky above Xicheng District, and the sleeping spiritual skeletons and weapons in the coffins are about to wake up. Lin Xuan's quantum golden elixir began to collapse in reverse, and Gu Qingxue's left body gradually became digitized, and the memories they plundered from the ancient cyberware were piecing together the bloodiest lie of 2090: "Ascension is just a pre-dinner prayer for the plutocrats to devour all living beings."
