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

By the great river, a man and a woman sat snuggled together.


Darkness covered the space between heaven and earth, with only the faint light from a lighthouse at the distant dock.


Under the dim light, the man and woman looked intently into each other's eyes.


Their age difference seemed like that of a grandfather and granddaughter, the man's hair white and the woman young and beautiful. However, the way they looked at each other was like a pair of lovers deeply in love.


Qin Songling was talking all along, occasionally bursting into hearty and joyful laughter.


The beautiful woman in white listened quietly with a smile at the corner of her lips.


It was just like it had been fifty years ago, except now the man had white hair and an old face, and everything else seemed unchanged.


The dark night, the great river, the old man, and the beautiful woman.


This was a bizarre yet oddly heartwarming scene.


Chapter 116: The History Books Really Do Deceive People