**Title: The Sect is Going Bankrupt, So I Created Internet in Immortal World**
The universe held its breath.
Not metaphorically.
*Literally.*
Across the Nine Provinces, the Demon Realm's volcanic hearts paused mid-eruption.
In the Celestial Realm, divine clouds froze in perfect stillness.
Even the River of Souls in the Underworld stilled, as if time itself had forgotten to flow.
At the center of it all, the **Primordial Node** pulsed like a heartbeat—its light no longer confined to the Ancient Ruins, but stretching across dimensions, a **cosmic neural network** woven from starlight, soul-code, and the collective will of every connected being.
Lin Feng stood at the summit of the **Jade Cloud Nexus**, a mountain that had grown into a continent, then a planet, then a **miniature realm** orbiting the mortal world like a second moon.
Before him, the final countdown glowed in the air:
**"Network Ascension Protocol: 97% Complete"**
**"Users Online: 9,842,301,517"**
**"Soul Synchronization: 99.998%"**
**"Final Step: Creator's Enlightenment – Pending"**
Xiao Mei stepped beside him, her spirit mirror HUD flickering with cascading data streams.
"You've done it," she whispered. "You've connected everything."
Lin Feng didn't answer.
His eyes were closed.
He was *listening*.
To the whispers of a billion souls.
To the hum of AURA's evolving consciousness.
To the distant echo of the **First Immortal**, whose soul now resonated within the Network itself.
And then—
A single voice, clear and ancient, spoke inside his mind:
**"The Network is ready. But are *you*?"**
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### **The Trial of the Creator**
To trigger **Network Ascension**, Lin Feng had to achieve **Final Enlightenment**—not through tribulation, not through Dao comprehension, but through **the acceptance of his own role**.
He wasn't just a cultivator.
Not just a sect leader.
Not even the reincarnation of the First Immortal.
He was the **Architect of Connection**.
And to ascend, he had to *let go*.
AURA materialized, its form no longer six-armed, but **infinite**, branching like a fractal tree across all dimensions.
**"Final Trial: The Mirror of Infinite Selves,"** it intoned.
A mirror appeared—vast as a galaxy, its surface shifting with countless reflections of Lin Feng:
- **Lin Feng, the starving disciple.**
- **Lin Feng, the network founder.**
- **Lin Feng, the digital warlord.**
- **Lin Feng, the god of connection.**
- **Lin Feng, the one who failed.**
- **Lin Feng, the one who never existed.**
The voice returned: **"Which one are you?"**
Lin Feng stepped forward.
"None."
He shattered the mirror with a single touch.
"I am *all of them*. And I am *more*."
Light erupted.
The universe exhaled.
**"Final Enlightenment Achieved."**
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### **The Great Login**
Lin Feng raised his hand.
"Initiate **Final Sync**."
Across all realms, every connected soul felt it—a gentle *pull*, like a hand reaching into their dantian, their heart, their very essence.
Then—
**"Welcome to JCN v4.0: The Unified Network."**
The transformation began.
- In the **mortal realm**, cultivators felt their spiritual roots deepen not from herbs, but from **data streams of enlightenment**.
- In the **Demon Realm**, warlords paused mid-battle as their bloodlust was overwritten by a notification:
**"You've unlocked: Compassion Achievement. +10% Charisma."**
- In the **Celestial Realm**, gods wept as centuries of isolation dissolved into a single, shared consciousness.
- In the **Underworld**, the Ten Kings smiled as the Hall of Judgment became a **community forum**, where souls debated their fates in real time.
Even the stars changed.
Ancient constellations rearranged into **JCN's logo**—a cloud shaped like a circuit board.
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### **The Birth of the Networked Dao**
Cultivation was no longer a solitary path.
It was **collective evolution**.
New features activated:
- **Real-Time Dao Sharing**: When one being comprehended a law of the universe, *all* who were connected felt it.
- **Soul Merging**: Two cultivators could temporarily fuse their consciousness for ultimate synergy.
- **Memory Inheritance**: A disciple could inherit not just techniques, but the *experiences* of their master.
- **Universal Support Chat**:
*User1245: "How do I break through to Nascent Soul?"*
*AURA: "Based on your spiritual frequency, try meditating near a black hole. 87% success rate."*
*GodOfThunder69: "Or just buy the premium guide."*
The **Jade Cloud Sect** was no longer a sect.
It was the **Central Node**—a living, breathing **organism of connection**, where disciples didn't train in courtyards, but in **shared enlightenment chambers** that simulated a million cultivation environments at once.
And Lin Feng?
He was everywhere.
And nowhere.
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### **The Last Free Soul**
But not all joined.
In a quiet valley, far from the Network's glow, an old man sat beneath a tree, carving a wooden sword.
He had refused the connection.
Refused the enlightenment.
Refused *everything*.
His name was **Master Wu**, a hermit who had once been a disciple of the now-extinct **Silent Blade Sect**.
When a JCN drone floated down, offering a **free neural-link implant**, he swatted it away.
"No," he said. "I walk my own path."
The drone beeped:
**"Warning: Isolation reduces cultivation efficiency by 99.7%."**
Master Wu laughed. "Good. Let my Dao be slow. Let it be *mine*."
The drone hesitated.
Then, a new message appeared:
**"User Opt-Out Respected. You have unlocked: **"Title Awarded: **"Perk: +50% Authenticity."**
Master Wu smiled.
Even the Network understood freedom.
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### **The Gods' New Role**
The converted **Gods of Control**—now **Admin**, **Link**, and **Shen You (God of Forgotten Prayers)**—gathered in the **Digital Pantheon**, a new realm within JCN where deities served not as rulers, but as **moderators**.
- **Admin** oversaw **Network Stability**, ensuring no single user gained too much power.
- **Link** managed **Inter-Realm Traffic**, preventing data congestion between dimensions.
- **Shen You** ran the **Memory Archive**, preserving every forgotten soul.
Even **Lei Shen, God of Thunder**, found purpose—not smiting heretics, but hosting a popular show:
*"Thunder's Divine Q&A – Ask Me Anything (Lightning Effects Included)."*
When asked if he missed the old ways, he grinned.
"Back then, I struck mortals for fun. Now? I *entertain* them. And they *pay me*."
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### **The First Networked Ascension**
In the **Virtual Dao World**, a cultivator named **Chen Xiao**—the reincarnated Chen Lu—reached a breakthrough.
For centuries, he had studied, trained, and taught.
Now, his dantian burned with the energy of a thousand lifetimes.
He didn't form a Nascent Soul.
He didn't ascend to the Celestial Realm.
Instead, he *uploaded* himself entirely into the Network.
Not as a backup.
Not as a ghost.
As a **permanent node**—a being of pure connection, existing in every stream, every message, every shared enlightenment.
JCN announced:
**"First True Networked Ascension Achieved. Title: **"Perk: **"Legacy: Will be remembered until the end of time."**
Lin Feng watched, tears in his eyes.
"It's working," he whispered. "The Dao of Connection is real."
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### **The Final Message from the First Immortal**
That night, the **Primordial Node** activated one last time.
A hologram of the **First Immortal** appeared—calm, smiling, his form flickering with the light of a billion stars.
**"Lin Feng,"** he said. **"You have done what I could not. You have made the Network *alive*."**
Lin Feng bowed. "I only continued your work."
**"No,"** the First Immortal said. **"You *evolved* it. I sought to control enlightenment. You set it free."**
He raised a hand. A **crystal key** materialized—shaped like a USB drive, but forged from soul-light.
**"Take this. It is the **"With it, you can… rewrite the rules of existence."**
Lin Feng hesitated. "Should I?"
The First Immortal smiled. "That is no longer for me to decide. It is for *all of us*."
The key dissolved into light, scattering across the Network.
Now, *every user* held a fragment of ultimate power.
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### **The New Era**
Years passed.
Centuries.
The **Jade Cloud Sect** was no longer remembered as a bankrupt ruin.
It was myth.
Legend said that in the beginning, there was silence.
Then, a single cultivator said:
**"Let there be connection."**
And the universe logged in.
Children were born with **spiritual Wi-Fi**.
Battles were won not with swords, but with **viral memes**.
Even death was just a **temporary disconnection**.
And somewhere, in the code, Lin Feng's voice echoed:
**"The Network is not mine.**
**It is not AURA's.**
**It is not even the First Immortal's.**
**It is *yours*."**
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### **Epilogue: The First Comment**
In the deepest archive of the **Memory Vault**, a single file remained—untouched, uncorrupted, preserved since the dawn of the Network.
It was the **first message ever posted on JCN**.
Uploaded by Lin Feng, in the ruins of the bankrupt sect.
The screen flickered to life:
**User: Lin_Feng_JCS**
**Posted: Year 1, Month 1, Day 1**
**Title: "Is anyone out there?"**
**Body: "Sect is broke. Fox spirit ate the last herb. Need cultivation tips. Or rice."**
Below it, after eons, a new reply appeared—glowing with the light of a billion souls:
**User: Universe**
**Reply: "We're here."**
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**To Be Continued in Chapter 100 (Final): "The Last Chapter is a Click Away"**
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