Cyber ​​Martial Arts Story

Neon soaked in the night rain. The phantom of the Taoist Master is suspended among the thousand-story buildings, the Dharma Eyes are spinning, and the pupils are flowing with a torrent of golden data. Deep in the alley, the broken martial arts projection twitched and flickered on the damp wall, like a dying butterfly. Purple electric light flashed across the sky orbit, illuminating the rusty Bagua manhole cover. Steam gushes from the ground, carrying the smell of rust and old incense. The black market exhaust pipes slowly opened and closed in the shadows, like meridians breathing. Glazed cornices and signal towers coexist. The faded LED talismans flickered in the wind, reflecting the blue afterimage of the spiritual power index. On top of the dome, the huge black iron structure of the Taoist court pierces the low-hanging clouds, and the artificial golden elixir on the top of the tower emits an ominous glow, like the eternal night's eyes. Somewhere, a trace of rain that had just evaporated left a very light remnant of footwork on the wall. High above, the Taoist emblem rotates silently in the depths of the data flow, like some kind of inhuman breathing.