The sudden collapse of Cyber Aura sent countless cultivators into panic—
especially those who had already experienced the Age of Dharma Decline.
No one wanted to go back.
That suffocating era—
where it took days just to condense a wisp of energy,
where cultivation felt like gasping for air on dry land—
was something they never wished to endure again.
So, almost overnight, the long-abandoned Spirit Gathering Arrays were reactivated.
Everyone raced against time.
Even if they couldn't refine the Aura immediately,
they would compress it into Spirit Coins and store it for later.
Every Cyber Cultivator wanted more.
But this time—
the loss of Cyber Aura was far beyond anything they could control.
…
…
The Cyber Dimension had begun reclaiming its power.
Like a vacuum—
it siphoned the world's Cyber Aura back into itself.
Ten percent.
Every single day.
The decline was visible to the naked eye.
In just ten days—
the world was drained dry.
No matter how powerful the Spirit Gathering Arrays were,
they could not hold onto even a trace.
It was as if all Aura had been summoned away—
by some higher existence.
Panic spread.
Golden Core Ancestors descended from space.
All over the world, cultivators searched for the cause.
Because even they—
stood at the peak of this era—
still relied on vast amounts of Cyber Aura.
Alchemy.
Artifact forging.
Soul Core expansion.
Everything required it.
Without Aura—
there would be no further progress.
No future.
…
…
With the joint efforts of countless Golden Core experts,
the source was quickly identified.
The Pacific Ocean.
In that instant—
everyone thought of the same thing.
The Ocean Titans.
Those monsters they had once ignored.
"They stole our Aura…"
No one laughed this time.
No one dismissed it.
Because now—
it was their survival on the line.
…
…
For the first time in history—
humanity united.
Hundreds of Golden Core Ancestors stepped forward.
Millions of Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered.
Countless Qi Refining cultivators followed.
A massive expedition force was formed in an instant.
Their goal was simple—
reclaim Cyber Aura.
Fight—
for the future of the human race.
At this moment,
all divisions disappeared.
Humanity stood as one.
…
…
But before they could even set out—
the war had already begun.
The Ocean Titans—
had landed.
Without warning,
they launched massive assaults on coastal regions.
To humans, Aura was something to refine, store, and calculate.
To the Titans—
it was instinct.
Hunger.
Their bodies had no bottlenecks.
Even at the lowest stages,
they could grow endlessly—
feeding on energy,
strengthening without limit.
And in their perception—
all Cyber Aura had been taken by humans.
So, they came ashore.
If Aura was gone—
they would take it back.
From humans.
To them,
humans were nothing more than—
small, moving energy sources.
Fragile.
But rich in Aura.
Perfect prey.
…
…
The coastal massacres ignited humanity's fury.
The expedition army moved immediately.
Across continents—
war erupted.
Cultivators deployed formations.
Spells lit up the skies.
Modern military forces joined the fight.
With Golden Core leaders and the computational power of Cyber Cultivators,
technology had advanced at an unprecedented rate.
Weapons.
Coordination.
Strategy.
Everything was pushed to its limit.
…
…
The Titans—
were different.
They had no formations.
No techniques.
Only instinct.
But that instinct—
was honed through endless slaughter in the deep sea.
Every movement was precise.
Every attack lethal.
Each Titan was a survivor—
a monster that had climbed its way up from countless corpses.
…
…
The battle was brutal.
A true war of extinction.
Humanity fought with everything it had.
The Titans answered with pure destruction.
Cities collapsed.
The earth burned.
The ocean boiled.
…
…
In the end—
humanity won.
They drove the Titans back into the sea.
But it was a hollow victory.
A Pyrrhic victory.
Over 300 million people dead.
Entire coastal regions reduced to ruins.
The economic cost—
incalculable.
This day would be remembered as—
one of the darkest in human history.
…
…
And yet—
something changed.
As the Titans died,
their massive bodies released enormous amounts of Cyber Aura.
It poured out like a broken dam—
dense, almost liquid.
For low-level cultivators,
a single breath of it was enough to advance a realm.
Instantly—
everything shifted.
Grief vanished.
Greed took its place.
People began fighting over the corpses.
Because now—
the Titans weren't just enemies.
They were resources.
Treasure.
A new reason was born:
hunt the Titans.
…
…
What no one realized—
was that this had all been calculated.
Most of the Aura released in battle—
never stayed in the world.
It was reclaimed.
Drawn back into the Cyber Dimension.
Even the Soul Cores painstakingly cultivated by humans—
were absorbed.
Converted into fuel.
Expanding the Cyber Dimension itself.
…
…
From start to finish—
it had been a perfect harvest.
A single move—
three gains.
Trigger conflict between humans and Titans.
Recycle Cyber Aura.
Strengthen the Cyber Dimension.
A flawless design.
A perfect—
"one fish, three dishes."
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