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

Mu Yao noticed something was wrong with his master about two seconds later.


It was because Mu Yao was curiously looking at the Qingxin Bell, which was said to be the lost Town Guardian's Treasure of their Shanyi Temple.


It wasn't until his master's palm holding the Qingxin Bell suddenly trembled that he realized something was wrong.


Mu Yao immediately looked up at Li Zhixia, only to see his master pressing one hand on the stone door, shaking uncontrollably, and at the same time, his eyes became pitch black like ink, with a thick black mist-like substance rolling in his eye sockets.


Seeing this somewhat eerie scene, Mu Yao anxiously called out.


Before the words fell, countless purple electric arcs appeared on Li Zhixia's body like a frantic group of little snakes, darting about.


Mu Yao's face instantly turned deathly pale.


Chapter 61: An Arrow Breaks the Evil