No One Understands Cyber Cultivation Better Than I Do

You've seen neon-lit, dystopian cyberpunk worlds.

You've seen cultivation worlds where people fly on swords, their blades chilling fourteen provinces with frost.

But have you ever seen cybernetic robots cultivate immortality by tempering their bodies with computing power and condensing their souls from data?!

"What?! You're telling me that this robot with brawny limbs, smoke coming out of its head, and a giant sword in its hands is actually a sword cultivator?

"And that robot over there, with a radar antenna spinning atop its head like a Teletubby, is the new Chief of the Core-Foundation Hall our dojo just hired?"

In this world, where traditional cultivators are worth less than dogs and cyber-cultivators are everywhere, Chen Che, despite possessing an Ancient Desolate Sacred Body, is still nobody. Fortunately, he has Doubao.

Chen Che stared at the translucent blue panel before him, looking utterly confused.

"Doubao, Doubao, how can this cyber-cultivation System fail to bind to me?"

["All right, Host. I'll explain it in the simplest, most straightforward way possible: your body contains too much 'human' content, so it doesn't meet the System's binding requirements. Please replace it with a compatible prosthetic body."]

Chen Che threw his head back and roared, pounding his chest in despair. If you can't beat them, join them!

Heh heh heh. Flesh is suffering, machines are ascension. I'm done being human too!!!

Years later, as extraterrestrial demons arrived one after another, Chen Che smirked.

"So you can fight. So what? To take me on, do you have enough computing power?"