Cyberlingen: I Am Cultivating Immortality in the Wasteland

In the seventh decade of nuclear winter, Jiang Nan clutched the rusty nerve connector and coughed up bloody lungs in the radiation dust. When he poured the last half of the nutrient solution into his throat, the mechanical spine on the back of his neck suddenly burst out with blue light - the prosthetic body picked up from the garbage dump of the old era actually awakened its "spiritual roots" when he was about to die. The data flow condenses into alchemy talismans on the retina, and the mechanical prosthetic limbs will spontaneously pinch out the lightning techniques when operating. Jiang Nan discovered that the quantum clouds that swallowed up the memories of living people in the wasteland were actually the remnant souls of ancient monks after they had passed away. The wandering steel sandstorms contained meteorite iron that could forge flying swords. He used electromagnetic pulses to break the restrictions of the puppets in the Foundation Establishment stage, and purified the true essence by devouring nuclear waste. The craziest thing was that he actually transformed the antimatter engine of a crashed starship into a thunder tribulation array for overcoming tribulations. There is no beauty or misfortune, only the battle between silicon-based and carbon-based products. When the mechanical ascendants clamored to format all monks, and when the last cultivating sect was reduced to a feeding ground for cyborgs, Jiang Nan stepped on the broken prosthetic eye and erected the first Tai Chi flag in the ruins full of gun barrels. "Aura?" He tore off the bionic skin on his left arm, revealing an alloy skeleton flashing with runes. "My spiritual root was made from three hundred tons of scrap iron."