Cyber ​​Tiandao Server Connecting

It is now the year 064 of the "Tiandao Era". The world has long since changed. The neon lights cover up the stench of rotting flesh and blood, and mechanical prosthetics replace the spiritual roots of cultivation. The chaebol monopolizes the "ascension" channel and sets the server named "Elysium" as a VIP exclusive. Poor? The poor are batteries, consumables, and garbage that even data after death must be recycled. Jing Yuan traveled through time and died. At the beginning, he was waiting for death in a black clinic in the slums. Creditors come to your door, killers stalk your face, prosthetic eyes are scrapped... From then on, the style of the world changed in his eyes. That high-ranking Golden Core monk? That flying sword that cuts iron like clay? That indescribable ancient cyber god? … Many years later, when Jing Ling kicked open the door of the "Nantianmen" space station with a long sword modified from the spine, the gods and Buddhas in the sky asked him in horror what kind of magic this was. A kind smile appeared at the corner of Jing Yan's mouth: "This is not called magic, this is called enforcement." "Now, listen to my command..."