The day he transmigrated, his entire family was slaughtered.
His predecessor had a damaged dantian and useless spiritual roots, and his pursuers were already closing in.
Lin Hao thought he was done for, until a mechanical voice rang out in his mind:
“Activating the Transdimensional Thought Chip... Calculating escape route... Success probability: 34%.”
From then on, while others cultivated immortality through insight, he relied on his chip to run countless calculations;
while others could barely move under the crushing gravity, he uncovered flaws in the laws of nature and trained his body with abandon.
When the Golden Core Patriarch of the Blood Fiend Sect caught up with him, Lin Hao was studying a piece of ore:
“This metal has a nice density. It should work great for tempering my bones.”
The patriarch sneered. “A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to, ”
Before he could finish, tenfold gravity descended, and the patriarch dropped to his knees on the spot.
Later, a saying spread throughout the Nine Domains: Never provoke that lunatic in the white coat.
