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 sat on the lowest step, repeating the entire events to Han Biao.


"Now, our problem is that we can't get in. If we can't get in, we can't rescue Dahu and your Ms. Xu."


Shu Guan reached toward his waist, then remembered he didn't bring his pipe today, which increased his agitation.


Although Wang Dahu and the others aren't currently in immediate danger, they can't hide in the stone room indefinitely.


There's no issue of air circulation here. This ancient palace hasn't seen visitors in a long time, but when they first arrived, there was no problem of stuffy air.


The problem isn't suffocation; but starvation and dehydration!


Shu Guan knew that Wang Dahu and the others had brought some food and water, but it was only enough for one meal. How long could they last?


If they can't get Wang Dahu and the others out of the stone room, they will still end up dying in this ancient palace.


Han Biao sat beside him, also frowning.


Chapter 50: Escaping from the Peach Blossom Land (Part 1)