Writing Algorithms in the Cultivation World: The Heavenly Dao Calls Me a Virus

To be honest, the industrial cultivation stream has almost been written to death in the past two years. The protagonist travels back in time to either light blast furnaces, build assembly lines, or build flintlock guns and cannons. After watching too many times, it really feels inconsistent: in a world where mountains can be moved and seas can be moved, and spiritual consciousness covers hundreds of miles, do we have to go back and play the first industrial revolution? This novel directly skips the "Steam Blast Furnace". The protagonist was an AI architect in his previous life, and the opening chapter is about algorithmic dimensionality reduction attack