An Immortal Cultivation Powerhouse Crashes into Cyberpunk

His ascension is at hand, but the Heavenly Dao has cut off the path ahead. To suppress my cultivation, I severed my three corpses and sent my clones to another world. One is dead; another has rooted herself in cybernetic research, and her obsession is so deep I can't summon her back. I tore through space to reach her myself, only to be imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao. I had no choice but to take her place. A breakthrough in water purification? Just a ruse to placate the poor. I meant to watch from the sidelines, but an acid rainstorm exposed my spiritual power. The whole city hunted me down, and I fled to the gray zone, where a band of mortals, as insignificant as ants, formed a wall with their own bodies “You've protected us for so long. This time, let us protect you.” The 168th-generation heir of the Shennong clan, today I use blood as a guide and bones as kindling. I burn my own body to summon heavenly lightning and set the sky ablaze. Pure rain fell upon the cybernetic world, and new green shoots sprang from the ruins. This world is her last letter, and we are what she left behind.