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 meeting place was on the Pucimaosi Destroyer.


An officer dressed in the naval uniform of the Yingjili Kingdom led them aboard the warship.


People like Mu Yao, Yang Jianqing, and Long Shu all looked around with an air of novelty, taking in their surroundings curiously.


Shu Guan, on the other hand, glanced at it casually. In his previous life, he had visited an out-of-service aircraft carrier, witnessing such real massive objects, the destroyer in front of him just seemed like a primitive toy.


The navy officer led them to the top deck and respectfully saluted the people standing there, before leaving.


On the top deck stood three people, three white-skinned individuals.


One was an elderly man who looked seventies or eighties, dressed in a white bishop's robe with snow-white hair and a face full of wrinkles. However, his eyes were exceptionally bright, without a trace of old age. This old bishop also held a golden scepter in his hand.


Chapter 119 - The Western Continent Cultivator of Jing City_2