In 2147 AD, the psychic network covered the world, the immortal cultivation techniques were compiled into codes, and machines and golden elixirs coexisted. Chu He was a ghetto kid who couldn't even install the most basic "spiritual drive", until he dug out a rusty bronze wrench in the electronic waste pile. An old voice came from the trigger: "Boy, do you want to learn real skills? It's not their stuff that requires online renewal."
When the entire cultivation world relied on the "Linggen Cloud Service", what was running in Chu He's body was the ancient offline version of the technique. While others spent money to upgrade their spiritual root bandwidth, he squatted in an abandoned server room to "absorb the aura of heaven and earth" - that thing is now called "free psionic particles" and has long been declared invalid by large companies. Until the global spiritual network suddenly collapsed and all online monks lost their cultivation. Chu He held up the flying sword modified with a graphics card and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky: "Now, who is the answer to the version?"
