Soaring Due to Stagnant Weight

The neon lights of cyberpunk tear apart the long night, floating vehicles shuttle through the steel forest, and the shadow of monopoly conglomerates covers every inch of land. Prosthetic transformation is the "trend" they dump, and the life and death of the ants at the bottom are just footnotes on the financial reports - until the door between the two worlds suddenly opens, and the cultivators' talismans and flying swords crush the false order of the technological world. Shang Mojie is an unknown wilderness hunter. His left arm is a cold tactical prosthesis, but in his spine lives a thousand-year-old soul from the world of cultivation. When the monopoly conglomerate colludes with evil cultivators, using out-of-control monsters and mechanical armors to slaughter the townspeople, and using evil electric cores to refine the essence and blood of living people, when innocent people become sacrifices on the altar and victims of capital one after another, he becomes an alien wandering between the two worlds. The electrical spirit seeds hummed in the Dantian, and the prosthetic limbs flowed with the fire of the blend of spiritual power and electric current. He uses technology as a trap and cultivation techniques as fangs. In the shadow of the cyber city, he becomes a lone wolf hunting the scum of cultivation, and he is also a sharp knife that pierces the shady plot of large groups. When the immortal magic of cultivation collides with cyber technology, when the soul-possessed desperadoes confront the huge black hands and monopoly groups across the two worlds, the curtain of this hunting game has just been opened by blood...