The neon lights are bright, and the cyber cultivator is here.
In this era where aura turns into highly toxic radiation, the chaebols have a monopoly on everything.
The high-ranking big shots implanted "artificial spiritual roots" and assembled "flying swords and floating cannons", shouting about mechanical ascension and comparing themselves to immortals and Buddhas.
As for the lower-class civilians, they are all "human flesh consumables" that have been forcibly plugged into the brain-computer interface to filter the violent spiritual energy for the chaebol. They will become deformed and crazy before they live past the age of thirty.
When Chen Mo, a low-level miner, was on the verge of death, a relic of the old era awakened in his mind - [Interior Taixu].
This is a completely safe gaming sandbox!
The technique is incomplete and full of traps? Die ten thousand times in Taixu, and deduce the flawless "Flawless Scripture"!
In this cyber hell where even breathing is taxed, Chen Mo relies on infinite deduction and embarks on the road of "pure ancient methods" that crush all technological activities.
When a chaebol young man spent tens of millions of dollars to install the latest "Samadhi True Fire Jet Prosthetic Body" and thought he was invincible...
Chen Mo walked out of the night rain on the dark street, without even drawing his sword, he just raised his hand.
Boom!
The most powerful ancient palm thunder instantly split the fine steel mechanical bones filled with pseudo-immortals into a pile of short-circuited scrap metal!
"Is that what you call cultivating immortality? What you call turning yourself into scrap metal."
Crush the mechanical heads of executives and pull out their memory chips to feed their computing power. Chen Mo looked up at the "heaven in the clouds" made of Dyson balls, and pulled out the long sword behind him.
"Chen Mo, a poor man, invites these mechanical gods and Buddhas all over the sky to die today!"
