In a cyber era of cultivating immortals covered by the "Heavenly Network", everything in cultivation - from exercises to enlightenment, from elixirs to magic weapons - has been fully cloud-based and paid for. Spiritual power is hard currency, realm is an identity card, and all monks' paths to immortality are monopolized by the huge "Heavenly Group".
Until one day, Lu Zhao, a young man who made a living by picking up electronic waste in the abandoned data city, accidentally awakened an ancient remnant soul from before the end of the Dharma era. While all the practitioners were scrambling for the latest version of the exercises and rushing for spiritual power loans, Lu Zhao embarked on a path that was despised by everyone as "primitive" and "backward" - not connected to the Internet, not relying on spiritual hubs, using himself as a furnace to refine the cheapest and most dangerous energy in this era: the chaotic spirits that filled the air and no one cared about.
In the name of "system purification", the law enforcers of the Tianting Group locked him up with digital thunder; when his fellow travelers relied on top-level psychological firewalls, they were vulnerable to him; when the entire cultivation world was immersed in the dream of virtual ascension... Lu Zhao raised his head. His eyes did not reflect any stream of data, only the purest, human flame.
They rely on the Internet, but I am disconnected from the Internet.
