Chen Mo transmigrated into a world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple with the worst aptitude of all: a “pseudo-spiritual root of the lowest grade.” As punishment, he was sent to guard the dilapidated cultivation techniques pavilion in the Scripture Depository, a place everyone despised.
Everyone in the sect thought his life was over.
Until one day, he activated the ultimate AI language model from Earth: [Tianyan GPT].
From then on, the whole cultivation world started to go off the rails.
A cultivation technique has a flaw? [Tianyan GPT]: Logical error detected. Optimizing... One-click fix complete. A fragmentary text becomes a peerless technique in seconds!
Hit a bottleneck in cultivation? [Tianyan GPT]: Cultivation model established. 108 painless breakthrough plans available. Please select one, Host.
Facing a prodigy in a duel? [Tianyan GPT]: Battle simulation initiated. Predicted the opponent’s next 72 moves and generated the optimal winning strategy.
Years later, after Chen Mo restored the path to ascension that no one in millennia had been able to repair, and subdued the extraterrestrial demons with overwhelming power, the entire world was left stunned.
The Holy Land’s Grand Ancestor: “We spent ten thousand years searching for that path, and you’re telling me you worked it out in the dilapidated techniques pavilion?”
Immortal Realm powerhouse: “Tell us! Who is the all-knowing master behind you, the one who sees the Heavenly Dao as code?!”
Chen Mo quietly put away the blue panel before him and answered innocently:
“I really don’t have a master. I’m just... a programmer who does this for fun.”
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