Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

"I don't know what it is either, I can only discern from its skeletal shape that it should be some kind of bird, a bird with nine heads."


"A nine-headed bird? Are there such strange birds in the world?"


"I've never seen one before. But in my forty years of exploration, I've encountered some equally bizarre creatures... for example, ten years ago, when I led a team to climb Mount Everest, I saw a very strange and terrifying snow monkey."


A flicker of trepidation flashed through Holter's eyes as if recalling it still brought him great fear after so many years.


"That time we were climbing Mount Everest, we were on the verge of success, and I could see the summit just by looking up."


Chapter 25: Gu Paintings (Part 2)