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

Several months ago, following the battle at the warehouse of Fuhua, Shu Guan had an in-depth discussion with Xiaoyi.


The topic of their discussion was the souls concealed within magical treasures.


Many magical treasures possess a certain degree of intelligence, and often, this serves as the distinction between a magical treasure and a magical artifact.


According to what Shu Guan previously knew, the majority of magical treasures possessed an almost naive consciousness. Compared to the intellect of a regular person, there was a significant disparity. If the consciousness of a magical treasure could reach the level of a two or three-year-old child, that would already be considered incredibly rare, typically only present in top-tier Immortal grade magical treasures.


Like the three Temple Treasures of the Shanyi Temple today, each possesses its own consciousness. Among them, the one with the highest consciousness is the top-ranking Barbaric Bull Flag.


Chapter 93: Jing City's Top Catering Family