Two days later.
On an open field more than thirty miles from Ziqiong City.
At this moment.
Yang Zhengchu, clad in white, with silver hair flowing.
Held his life-bound flying sword in his arms, standing aloof in the wind.
He exuded an indescribable charm.
However, what clashed with this stunning Sword Immortal image was a series of modern equipment not far from Yang Zhengchu.
The most conspicuous among them was the computing core of the Taihu Light supercomputer, with hundreds of gray cabinets the height of a person arranged into a massive base array.
Every cabinet was embedded with two striking blue-green stripes, one thick and one thin.
At this moment, the hundred stripes were pulsing faintly and brightly with a uniform rhythm, as if breathing.
Accompanying this pulsing rhythm was a low sound of flowing water—the liquid cooling system cooling the supercomputer.
To the left of the cabinet array were a series of special capacitors, used to power the supercomputer.
