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 stood in the corner, looking at the remaining mural in front of him.


The lines of the mural were rough and sharp, similar to the style of the village. It seemed to be carved by some metallic tool like a knife or an ax, but it also had a sense of simplicity, showcasing the objects depicted in the painting with a lifelike and vivid manner.


Regardless of anything else, just in terms of the artistic achievement of this mural, it could probably be considered the pinnacle of Da Hua's painting art standards.


If this mural were taken to the outside world, it would not only be described as priceless, but it might also be regarded as one of Da Hua's top artistic treasures.


Of course, at this moment, Shu Guan's attention was not on these matters. The reason he came to inspect the mural closely had nothing to do with art. It was because of the content of the painting itself.


Chapter 151: Rock Paintings, Crown, and Eldest Senior Brother