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

In fact, when Zichun had just spoken those words in English, Shu Guan had already understood their meaning, no need for translation.


And when he and Sang Liren walked into the office Fuhua Company in Jing City, the phrase "The Hand of God" was still spinning in his mind.


Indeed, it is a... hmm, a name filled with religious overtone.


By now, Shu Guan knew that the white-skinned people of the Western Continent of this world, essentially all believed in a religion similar to one from his previous life.


However, what differed from his prior life was, according to what Li Zhixia told him, that the so-called gods worshiped by the ordinary people of the Western Continent were simply cultivators who had inherited their Immortal Skills of Da Hua.


Of course, those cultivators were very powerful, possibly even stronger than the seven Immortals of the Seven Immortals Alliance, and most significantly, all of them were still alive.


Chapter 69: Envelope, White Pigeon, and Embroidered Shoes