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

There is nothing frightening about a human hand.


However, in such an environment, under the dark depths of the Great River as you were exploring alone for a possible monster, suddenly seeing a hand extending out of the mud ahead of you was bound to cause even the bravest person's heart to race.


Shu Guan experienced a slight palpitation as well.


But he soon calmed himself down, as there was a group of fish nibbling on the hand beside him.


Shu Guan took a few steps forward, grabbed the lifeless hand and pulled it up, dragging a severed arm out from the mud.


The mud nearby churned, and the fish that had been feasting scattered.


Shu Guan stared at the arm, now a pale white from being soaked in the river. There was no extensive rot, indicating that it had been detached from a human body within the last two days.


Chapter 170: Remember, You are a Dragon!