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

When Han Biao woke Shu Guan up, the Jeep was just crossing a high slope. Therefore, when Shu Guan opened his eyes, he saw that huge city in the distance.


It was a city situated at the confluence of two rivers, which flowed through and divided the urban area into three parts. Next to a larger and wider river, two mountains faced each other with one shaped like a turtle and the other like a snake.


On the river, countless vessels came and went, from small boats that could only hold two or three people, to decorative and beautifully designed ships with carved beams and painted pillars, as well as enormous steam-powered ships belching black smoke. It was a scene of bustling activity.


The Jeep rushed down the slope, and the road became wider and flatter, with pedestrians appearing, but Han Biao did not slow down, instead accelerating further forward.


Chapter 52 Shangyi Temple