Cat Sansan ascended.
In an era when spiritual energy was scarce, cultivators had long since lost their chance to become immortals.
Cat Sansan was the only demon cultivator in nearly two thousand years to tear through the void and force her way to ascension.
When she first arrived in the “Immortal Realm,” Cat Sansan thought it would at least be an elegant place steeped in classical charm. If not that, then surely it would be a wild, unspoiled land untouched by the mundane world.
But the dazzling little spacecraft, the rows of glittering skyscrapers and floating billboards, and the intelligent robots everywhere all told her one thing:
The “Immortal Realm” might be more technologically advanced than the human world.
The “Immortal Realm” she had imagined, a place of freedom and universal love, was nothing of the sort. Instead, it was a society with a staggering divide between rich and poor.
The conglomerates and ruling elite held the lives of ordinary people in their hands, while all kinds of biological and mechanical companies recklessly experimented on human bodies.
Cat Sansan discovered that even her own ascension had been part of their experiment.
“Your big sis Cat’s thousand years of cultivation aren’t for show!”
If they’re preying on ordinary people, then she’ll take them in as disciples and teach them to cultivate. If the technological divide can’t be crossed, then they’ll fly over it with mysticism.
A research institute that harvested brains for its studies was flattened by a bolt of heavenly lightning. Its level-twelve disaster defense system was smashed to pieces.
A biotech company that altered infants’ genes was sealed off from the world by an invisible barrier.
Even the modified superhuman enforcers raised by the conglomerates were bent to her will by her bewitching voice.
“Did you reach Foundation Establishment today?”
“Wahaha, I learned the Thunderbolt Curse and blew up an armory in District C.”
“Our Alluring Voice Squad successfully swapped out the life-extending serum. Those old fossils at Azure Tech are going to lose at least ten years off their lives.”
“Great news! The Ruthless Sword Dao team in District B has swept through the district’s three mech armies. It’s only a matter of time before District B is reclaimed.”
“Big Sis Cat, Cat Goddess, I want to be your personal disciple! If that won’t work, I’ll be your lackey!”
“Join my Cat Sect, and your immortal life will flourish. We’ll trample privilege and bring freedom and universal love. P.S. Take me along as a lackey!”
By the time the ruling elite and conglomerates realized how serious things had become, the woman from another time-space had already led the ordinary people to seize a third of the territory.
Countless cutting-edge technologies had failed to stop her advance. The word “deity,” long forgotten by the world, was once again sung by its people.
Theme: Why is it so hard for a cat to ascend?