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's figure appeared out of nowhere at the top floor of the Dingshi Bell Tower.


Visitors were not allowed here, so Shu Guan had to use a Stealth Talisman. As for Rui Jianqiao, Shu Guan made an excuse that he had something to do, so Rui Jianqiao went back first.


Taking off the Stealth Talisman, Shu Guan first looked around. The top floor of the bell tower had an area of about ten square meters, with windows on all four sides. The breeze came in, giving a feeling of soaring like an immortal.


In fact, for thousands of years, in the history of Dahua, countless poems have been written about this bell tower, all related to immortals. When those poets and writers reached the top of the Dingshi Bell Tower, they seemed to have been inspired in a similar way, and the poems they wrote were all overflowing with the aura of immortals.


Chapter 108: Request for the Dingshi Bell