On the bottom floor of the cyber dome, Lin Yan relied on ancestral cinnabar spiritual ink to repair old-fashioned utensils that had been eliminated by the government, and also made a living in the cracks. It wasn't until an ancient compass pointed to the abnormal pulse deep in the energy tower that he realized that the order of the city had long been corrupted; after traveling with Zhou Mingyuan and others, he must find a real way to survive between ancient methods and machinery.
