When the cultivation civilization encounters a system crash, what you order may not be takeout, but your own life.
Delivery boy Lu Jiuxiao took a strange order on a rainy night:
The address is a garbled code on the AR map. The red words in the remarks column warn "Don't ring the doorbell." Five cups of poplar nectar are boiling with monster crystal nuclei.
He didn't expect that this order included more than just milk tea——
And the memory of the compass guardian that he has sealed for thousands of years,
and the string of bronze CT scans engraved with ancient sacrificial inscriptions in front of my mother's hospital bed.
In this era of cyber cultivation where the Quantum Flying Sword has to be tested for a driver's license and tickets are sold on-site to overcome the tribulation,
Lu Jiuxiao discovered:
The white-collar worker drawing symbols in the office building may be the underworld HR person.
Bitcoin mines are secretly mining the karma of the underworld,
The brain-computer interface developed by Xuanke Group,
One hundred thousand citizens are being turned into living spiritual root batteries.
When the city skyline begins to collapse digitally,
Xiuzhen AI collectively reported a 404 error,
In his left hand, he holds down the ferocious beast in the "Bahuang Prison Suppression Picture".
The right hand holds tightly the Cyber Judge Pen that rewrites reality,
Before sending the last order,
A choice must be made:
It is to repair this world where the cultivation system is full of loopholes.
Or press the reset button——
Even if the price is to erase the person waiting for him to come home for dinner,
Lu Jiuxiao, an ordinary delivery boy.
