Psychic energy is capital, martial arts are patents, and cultivation has become a business monopolized by corporations.
When the blood in Rust Alley dyes the golden wheel of merit red, the truth is far more cruel than oppression:
The destiny agreement is a lie spun by companies.
Deep in the Star Abyss database, the deleted fire of human civilization sleeps;
This is a war that uses the sense of vulnerability to fight against the missiles of the soul, and a rebellion that uses the spine as a sword to split the corporate god's throne.
A war surrounding the origin of psychic energy, the truth of history, and the future of mankind has quietly begun in the filth of Rust Alley and the cold echoes of the Star Abyss. The price may be far more than a spine or a memory.
The shackles of psychic energy will eventually be bitten into pieces by the primitive wolf teeth.
Xingyuan whispers, summoning the echo of the dust in the ruins.
"They want me to be a slave battery, but I want to make the sky full of sparks!"
