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 wooden spinning top stopped spinning.


After losing the force of its vertical axis rotation and the reverse conical motion around the axis, it could no longer maintain its balance and rolled off Shu Guan's body.


Shu Guan quickly sat up and picked up the birthday gift he had received when he was nine years old.


In fact, since the afternoon of his ninth birthday, he had never played with this wooden spinning top again. It had been thrown into a room filled with miscellaneous items and never looked at again, until he left Taoyuan Village and spent a lot of time looking for it among the countless things.


This was the first time since Shu Guan had taken the spinning top from the old limping man that he had looked at it so seriously, focused, and carefully.


But even though Shu Guan had just witnessed and personally experienced the magic of this wooden spinning top, it still looked ordinary in his hand.


Chapter 172: Unintentional