In a parallel universe where cultivation civilization and quantum technology merge, the invincible swordsman Chu Xinghe is tired of the loneliness at the peak, accidentally steps into a wormhole and breaks into the modern society of low-level cultivation, and hides in the market to open the "Galaxy Internet Cafe". When he discovers that the truth of the universe is nothing more than a virtual sandbox written by high-dimensional programmers, and that the trembling wind chimes, thunder tribulation caps, and player data are all observed experimental variables, the dusty ancient server "Hetu Luoshu" in the basement of the Internet cafe suddenly wakes up - it actually contains the deleted chaos code of the first creator.
Cashier Lin Xiaolu has the quantum Buddha's light of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi flowing in her body, and the origin of the sub-universe sealed in the mechanical eyes makes her a "perfect sample" coveted by high-dimensional beings. During the cross-dimensional hunt against the Interstellar Consortium, Mechanical Buddha, and Void Fishermen, the two gradually tore apart the poetic code hidden in the "Tribulation Safety Manual" of the Cultivation Administration, and discovered that the so-called ascension was nothing more than a programmer's formatted instructions, and every awakening of the rebels was marked as "interesting abnormal data" in the observation log.
When the fragments of Chu Xinghe's humanity whispered the code of first love in Guixu Honey, when Lin Xiaolu stabbed the god-killing tuning fork into the brain-computer interface of the Creator, the cultivation punks used thunder tribulation to burn the staff, the AI Buddha wrote unpunctuated poems in the black hole horizon, and the pirate remnants anchored with graffiti Determining the unwritten route - the high-dimensional gods who were injected with memories of civilization annihilation by programmers to maintain their immortality. Finally, in the cry of premature babies in the new universe, they heard the first-generation program written by themselves echoing in the wind chimes: "Allow all errors to grow wildly."
