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

Shu Guan turned around only to see Wang Dahu with a ghostly expression, standing at the entrance of the temple, having put down the wooden box.


Shu Guan furrowed his brows and quickly walked over.


He was afraid that Wang Dahu's yelling would irritate the white-skinned people, forcing them to act earlier than planned.


Although Han Biao had agreed to help them now, Shu Guan felt that the timing wasn't right yet. They had to wait for the white-skinned people to be even more off guard.


The best time to act would be when they found something in the Immortal Temple that interested them, and all their attention was drawn towards it.


Standing by Wang Dahu, Shu Guan asked in a low voice.


Wang Dahu realized he had been too loud, but his face still held an expression of incredulity, as he pointed forward and said tremblingly to Shu Guan:


Chapter 43: Holter's Immortal Communication Talisman