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

Jiao Zheng and the white-clothed beauty left.


When they left, the white-clothed beauty looked back three steps at a time. Although Jiao Zheng had given her the hope of being with her lover for eternity, it was still hard to part when the moment of farewell arrived.


Their figures slowly disappeared into the darkness.


Shu Guan knew that they had entered the gap between the Yin and Yang two worlds again.


Shu Guan also had some regrets, because he had many questions he wanted to ask Jiao Zheng, but he hadn't had time to ask them yet.


And when Jiao Zheng and the white-clothed beauty's figures disappeared in that instant, a ray of sunlight rose from the river's surface.


The Ghost Clan didn't like sunlight, so perhaps they were the ones who knew best when the sun was about to rise.


Qin Songling looked back melancholy at the rising morning sun, thinking how good it would be if this round of morning sun would never rise.


Chapter 117: Mountain Rain is Coming, Wind Filling the Building