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 centipede kite trembled slightly in Shu Guan's hand, as if it was about to escape from his grip and fly away.


However, disappointment appeared on Shu Guan's face.


It was just that a strong wind had blown outside the window, and when the wind stopped, the centipede kite just quietly stayed in his hand without any movement.


The iron arrow had shown its true form after he injected spiritual power into it.


But the centipede kite remained motionless.


Shu Guan placed the centipede kite on the bed, then picked up the small wooden horse and slowly infused it with spiritual power.


After waiting for a few seconds, the little wooden horse remained unchanged and did not turn into a real horse.


Shu Guan frowned, put the small wooden horse next to the centipede kite, then picked up a wave drum and also infused it with spiritual power.


Still, the wave drum did not show any signs of change.


Chapter 107: The Search Party Disbands