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

The helicopter landed in the open space of the camp. Before the rotor blades even stopped spinning, Xu Chuxiang had already jumped down from the pilot's seat, running towards the barracks and shouting anxiously:


"Quickly, bring your weapons and follow me!"


However, after only a few steps, Xu Chuxiang suddenly came to a halt.


Because in front of the temporary camp's barracks, there were many armed soldiers standing, their number far exceeding the original platoon that had been left behind in the camp.


And in front of the neatly arranged soldiers, there was a middle-aged man dressed in a long robe and jacket.


The middle-aged man was in his early fifties, extremely tall, with a high forehead, sparse eyebrows, a wide nose, and a somewhat odd appearance. His demeanor was a bit coarse and vulgar, and even when wearing an expensive mink jacket, he still looked like a countryside farmer or an aged former street thug.


Chapter 68: Dao Heart Must Not Be Violated