Data-Driven Cultivation: I Defy Heaven and Overthrow Interstellar Domestication

The wind at Broken Soul Cliff is chilling to the bone.

A biting mountain wind whipped up pebbles and sand, lashing against the rocky beach at the foot of the cliff, howling like a mournful cry. The bottom of the cliff, perpetually shrouded in darkness, was piled high with decaying leaves and weathered bones—damp, cold, and deathly silent.

Xie Yanchen lay sprawled among the cold pebbles, his body mostly numb.

The excruciating pain from the impact to his spine still lingered deep within his nerves, and the wound on his forehead continued to bleed, the warm blood sliding down his brow bone, obscuring most of his vision.

The entire field of vision was a crimson red.

Even more fatal was the complete collapse of the foundation of cultivation within the body.

The dantian is shattered.

Like a porcelain bowl that had been crushed, the core dantian that originally contained spiritual energy and nurtured the qi vortex was now shattered into countless fragments and completely destroyed.

All twelve main spiritual meridians running through the body were broken, misaligned, or blocked.

The meager amount of Qi Refining Level 1 spiritual power within his body, which he had barely managed to stabilize after three years of arduous cultivation, was dissipating, evaporating, and disappearing completely at a visible speed.

From a monk, he degenerated into a useless person.

They are not even as good as ordinary people.

The scene from the outer martial arts arena three hours ago was etched into his mind like a brand.

That afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the outer disciples were having their routine martial arts sparring match.

As outer disciples, some competed in the arena for resources, while others watched the excitement and chatted idly. Only Xie Yanchen quietly huddled in the corner, seizing every moment to cultivate his inner energy.

Three years.

It has been three years since he stepped into the Qingyun Sect.

Others can steadily reach the third level of Qi Refining within a year of entering the sect, and those with outstanding talent can touch the fifth level of Qi Refining within two years. Only he, with mixed spiritual roots of four elements, the four elements of metal, wood, fire, and earth are mixed and conflicting, making his spiritual energy conversion extremely poor and his cultivation speed ridiculously slow.

In sect resource allocation, the strong are always given priority.

The best spirit stones, the best elixirs, the best cultivation rooms, and the best guidance will always belong to the genius disciples with single or dual spiritual roots.

Mixed spiritual roots are considered useless by the sect.

The monthly spirit stones were distributed, but the steward deducted them at each level, leaving him with only a meager two or three low-quality spirit stones.

They had no right to browse the high-level books in the cultivation manuals pavilion, could never have access to the cultivation room, and even their residence was the most remote, dilapidated, and leaky stone house in the outer sect.

For three years, through thick and thin, day and night without fail.

While others slack off and rest, he diligently cultivates himself; while others chat and joke around, he meditates; while others sleep soundly, he continues his breathing exercises.

He doesn't believe in fate.

He didn't believe that being born with mixed spiritual roots meant one's entire life would be destined to be at the bottom, to be bullied, and to be trampled on.

Effort cannot buy fairness.

Patience will not earn you respect.

  

Today at the martial arts arena, Zhou Chong, an inner disciple, passed by and caught a glimpse of a low-grade spirit stone hidden in his pocket. He was immediately filled with greed and stepped forward to provoke him in front of everyone.

Zhou Chong, an inner disciple with the fourth level of Qi Refining cultivation, is backed by Elder Zhou of the inner sect. He is known for his domineering and bullying behavior in the outer sect.

"Junior Brother Xie, it's been a long time. How about we spar a bit?"

They seem polite, but in reality they are bullying.

Xie Yanchen did not want to provoke the inner disciples and wanted to back down and avoid them, but Zhou Chong pressed on and deliberately blocked all his escape routes.

That final palm strike, seemingly an ordinary exchange of blows, actually concealed a sinister and hidden force.

The spiritual energy is cunning and ruthless, it doesn't harm the skin and flesh, but specifically destroys the spiritual meridians in the dantian!

A palm strike landed, and excruciating pain exploded.

Xie Yanchen's spiritual energy instantly became chaotic and shattered, leaving him frozen in place.

Before he could regain his balance, Zhou Chong, with a contemptuous look on his face, kicked him hard in the chest.

"Useless trash, how dare you occupy the sect's resources?"

"A hybrid spiritual root should rot away!"

Gravity propelled him downwards, sending him flying off the arena and tumbling down the bottomless cliff.

The fall was a long and desperate process.

The wind howled in my ears as my body slammed heavily against the protruding rocks of the cliff, breaking my bones and tearing my flesh.

Finally, it crashed heavily to the bottom of the cliff, its chances of survival almost completely extinguished.

The bottom of the cliff was deathly silent, and no one paid any attention to it.

No one will come to save him.

In the eyes of everyone in the Qingyun Sect, the death of a useless person with mixed spiritual roots was insignificant, even considered as cleaning up trash.

Darkness gradually devoured his consciousness; coldness, despair, and resentment clung tightly to his soul.

He was not reconciled.

Unwilling to let three years of hard work go to waste.

I'm not willing to be labeled as a loser for the rest of my life.

I am unwilling to let my life be trampled on, manipulated, and crushed at will.

Just at the very last moment when his soul was about to completely dissipate and vanish.

A cold, mechanical voice that had been silent for twenty years suddenly exploded from the deepest part of the soul!

The zero-dimensional observation terminal has ended its hibernation period.

The host's vital signs drop below the critical threshold, forcibly activating the emergency response.

Federal-level oversight authority has been reactivated; deep memories are being unlocked...

hum-

A massive, boundless torrent of information, far exceeding the comprehension of this world, instantly washed over his entire soul.

The true memories that were sealed, suppressed, and buried for twenty years have suddenly returned!

He is not a native mortal of this world.

He is the Chief Dimension Inspector Zero from the Interstellar Federation.

I was ordered to infiltrate this low-dimensional experimental world, numbered XL-947, to observe the comprehensive civilization cultivation experiment of an advanced civilization.

Twenty years ago, the test site experienced a sudden abnormal fluctuation, which severely damaged the terminal, forcing it into deep hibernation.

His soul was forcibly stripped of its memories and his personality reshaped by the rules of the experimental field, landing him as an ordinary outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, becoming a sample of the bottom control group in this ancient experiment.

Twenty years of a useless life, twenty years of humiliation and trampling, twenty years of deliberate suppression, and twenty years of struggling at the bottom.

It's not that they lack talent.

It's not that effort is useless.

From the moment he was born, the experimental system locked down all his potential talents!

Having figured all this out, the despair of near death vanished instantly, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness and boundless rage.

It turns out that all beings are merely pawns in their spiritual practice.

It turns out that the "eternal cultivation of immortality" was all a scam.

It turns out that all the injustice, bullying, and humiliation he endured were all pre-set experimental data.

At the bottom of the dark cliff, amidst pools of blood and scattered rocks.

The seemingly hopeless and useless boy slowly opened his eyes.

The look in his eyes was no longer one of humility, forbearance, or exhaustion.

Only one Star Sea Inspector remains, his indifference and sharpness piercing through the illusions, overlooking the chessboard with a detached perspective.

"From this day forward, I will be the one to dismantle this experiment."