When a cultivation civilization's technology tree lights up and hovercars weave through the neon glow of spirit stones, I become a scrap processor in a cyberpunk world of cultivation.
A mine rat with a spirit-root purity of 17.3%, I spend every day swallowing the murky spiritual energy of the slums, until a bronze bracelet engraved with a Taotie pattern buries itself in my flesh
It can refine cancerous spiritual smog into chaotic fuel capable of tearing apart the Heavenly Dao.
While the cultivation nobility fly around in mechs with swords in hand, I dismantle their cloned remains on the black market;
While the Imperial Observatory uses its Heavenly Net System to hunt me down, I'm rewriting their memory-wiping program into an artificial spirit-root virus.
They say that devouring murky energy turns you into a monster, but they don't know my right eye can already parse the cultivation technique code of the Nascent Soul stage;
They mock me for being unable to afford a Heart-Cleansing Talisman, yet when I blow up the entire spirit-stone supply chain, they beg me to shut down the fusion reactor in my dantian.
This cyberpunk cultivation revolution begins when I tear up the nobility's guaranteed admission agreement at the cultivation entrance exam
When a sacrificial array descends from the ceiling of the exam hall, I'll use the murky spiritual energy of thirty thousand examinees to blast open the forbidden zone of the Black Tower, sealed for a thousand years.
“Warning: Heavenly Dao vulnerability detected!”
“Recommendation: Format anomalous individual immediately!”
Listening to the mechanical voice of the System in my head, I crunch the last demon-beast crystal core:
“Wrong, Xiao Qi. I'm the ultimate virus of this cyberpunk cultivation age...”
