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

Along the riverbank, Shu Guan and Xu Chuxiang walked side by side.


It was evening, and Xu Chuxiang had spent the afternoon in Taoyuan Village, catching up with everyone, asking about their lives, and what they were doing for work now.


However, the thing she was most curious about, she still had no answer to: how had the people of Taoyuan Village managed to survive back then, and how did they leave the village?


Whenever she asked about those things, everyone's gaze would fall on the young Daoist who used to have a pockmarked face.


Of course, the pockmarks on his face were gone now, and Xu Chuxiang thought he was quite good-looking without them.


But this might just be because she had seen how ugly he used to be, which now created a bias in her aesthetic judgment.


Now, Xu Chuxiang also knew his name, Shu Guan.


When it was time for her to leave the village in the afternoon, she approached the young Daoist named Shu Guan and asked earnestly:


Chapter 126: 'Swallow' Reappears