In the year 2154 of the Tianyan Calendar, metal is dead and everything is numbered.
This is an era in which "algorithms" replace "spiritual roots". The jade mirror tower in Taishangjing is suspended in the sky and monitors all living beings through light refraction; the huge "All Things Abacus" roars in low-Earth orbit, deducing the optimal solution of civilization with absolute rationality. Here, steel is regarded as waste material that blocks spiritual energy. Only century-old spiritual wood, warm ancient jade, and flowing silk are the cornerstones that carry data.
A scavenger who recycles discarded emotions in the "Samsara Well" in the lower city. He should have rotted in the mud like a speck of dust, until that day, he picked up a roll of black silk that could not be analyzed - "Chaos Calculation Silk" from the corpse of a tribute envoy from the Western Regions.
This volume originated from the "bad debts" of ancient civilization. It does not record the order of heaven, but the "variables" that are enough to cause the logic of the system to collapse.
Overnight, he became the only world-destroying vulnerability in the eyes of the Tianyan system. In order to survive, he had to put on the "soul-suppressing armor" made of black cypress wood, blend into the "Guizangzhan" that traveled between the yin and yang realms, and drove a group of "soul-leaving syndrome" patients who had lost their souls onto a dark business road that only the dead could pass.
From the misty and misty Mohist Mechanic City to the yellow sand-filled sky of the Mechanical Holy See in the Western Regions; from the sophisticated and cold "Order of Light" to the weird and absurd "Grey Vein of Corpses".
When the super AI tried to format human civilization into eternal and precise crystals, Lu Qingque stood in the center of the storm and spread out the arithmetic silk in his hand.
"In this round, I bet on the miracle with zero probability."
