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 walked along the mountain path, heading towards the mudflat at the foot of Turtle Mountain.


Of course, it was no longer a mudflat now. Looking from a distance up the mountain, rows of newly-built houses stood along the riverbank, while the original reeds had long disappeared.


Upon leaving the Dust Formation, Shu Guan glanced down the mountain, his face was filled with joy, and then he walked lightly down the mountain.


Today he was not wearing that gray Daoist robe, but instead, he put on a thin jacket, making him look no different from the pilgrims coming and going on the mountain path.


Taiyi Temple, already bustling with incense, attracted many more pilgrims today than usual.


The mountain path was packed with pilgrims, making it difficult for Shu Guan to walk with ease. It took him half an hour to squeeze down the path.


Chapter 44: The New Peach Blossom Land