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 glanced at the people gathered outside the bookstore, all dressed in black short jackets. Apart from a few muscular-looking men in their thirties standing at the front, the rest were mostly young people in their twenties and even some teenagers with green faces, who appeared arrogant and stared at him fiercely.


The brawny men he encountered earlier in the breakfast shop were also among the crowd.


Shu Guan then turned his gaze to the old man at the front, who was wearing a black silk robe, appearing to be in his early sixties with a sharp chin and hollow cheeks, having a thin stature but full of vitality. His triangular eyes shone with brilliance, and one hand was held behind his back, while the other held two iron balls, each weighing about a pound, spinning them in his palm with a whooshing sound.


Chapter Five: The Look of This World (Part One)