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 passed through the thin wooden wall and entered a bedroom filled with Xuri Empire style.


He was currently in the consulate of the Xuri Empire stationed in Jing City.


Inside the consulate of the Xuri Empire, there was actually a cultivator, supposedly a Yin-Yang Master from the Shintoism of the Xuri Empire.


This was, apart from those three cultivators from the Western Continent, the fourth cultivator in Jing City who did not belong to Da Hua, and one that had been approved by the Seven Immortals Alliance.


Of course, this was only on the surface.


If those black-clad men who attacked their warehouse were indeed from the Black Dragon Association, then the number of hidden cultivators the Xuri Empire had in Jing City was truly terrifying.


Unfortunately, they have yet to discover where these black-clad men were hiding.


Chapter 167: A Photo (Again)