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

Before long, everyone was standing in front of the Daoist temple.


Aside from Shu Guan, Wang Dahu and other seasoned residents of Taoyuan Village, there was still a look of astonishment lingering on everyone else's face.


Even McGraw's mercenaries seemed incredulous and filled with awe.


After all, the existence of such a temple deep within a primitive forest, a place inaccessible to ordinary people, was in itself overwhelmingly mystical.


"Who in the world managed to build such a structure? It's simply unimaginable."


Murmured a mercenary by the name of Carl.


"Carl, perhaps it wasn't a human who built this temple?"


Professor Holter showed an enigmatic smile as he spoke.


He then pointed to the plaque above the temple's main gate and asked Xu Chuxiang, who was standing next to him:


"What do these two characters signify? It looks like your Dazhou script in seal script. Although I can roughly understand your Dazhou Characters, I am not familiar with this seal script."


Chapter 42: Han Biao's Wood Leaf Talisman