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 reason Shu Guan asked this question was because of Ming Jinan's last words before he died.


However, Li Zhixia also seemed to be at a loss for this question.


In the end, Shu Guan didn't get an answer from Li Zhixia's mouth, because Li Zhixia had never heard of anything in Turtle Mountain.


In the 4,000-year-long tradition of Shanyi Temple, there is no record of this, and Grandmaster Lu didn't seem to have mentioned any secrets in Turtle Mountain.


After saying goodbye to Li Zhixia, Shu Guan went to find his forth senior Qiuyang and showed him the iron pipes and light purple powder he found in the ruins.


"These are detonators, used for igniting explosives," Qiuyang said after taking a glance at the twisty iron pipes.


However, his face flashed with doubt when he saw the light purple powder Shu Guan brought out.


After waiting for half an hour, Qiuyang returned to Shu Guan.


"The name of that stuff should be Hexanitrohexanitrazine."


Chapter 162: The Action Can Officially Begin