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

A flash of lightning illuminated the originally dim mountain cave.


The lightning struck the skull lying on the stone face.


Then the fossil of the skull, belonging to an unknown beast, fell from the stone face. It hit the ground with a smack and shattered into pieces, becoming a pile of gravel.


But everyone had already seen it. The pieces of stone had once been alive.


At the very least, they were moving and attacking people.


Clasping his face, the stone person rolled in pain on the ground. Blood was gushing out from the gaps between his fingers. It was unclear how severe his injuries were.


"Everyone, leave this cave immediately."


Li Zhixia withdrew his fingers, which still had a hint of lightning intertwined around their tips, and shouted again.


The lightning he had just emitted had illuminated the surrounding cave.


Unfortunately, it only illuminated for an instant, then darkness once again enveloped the cave.


Chapter 65: Nine-Headed Bird