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

At the same time, he pushed forward with both hands, and the ball of light like the scorching sun between his palms flew rapidly toward Li Zhixia.


"I'm not yet a Nascent Soul, but my strength now won't be weaker than one."


Li Zhixia laughed loudly and raised his hand to press the rapidly flying ball of light.


From the center of his palm, a serpent-like purple-black electric light flew out and collided with the bright ball of light.


However, there was no violent collision or explosion between the two. The purple-black electric light swiftly entered the golden ball of light and quickly dyed it purple-black, like a drop of ink falling into clear water.


If Shu Guan were standing here at this moment, he would feel touched and familiar with this scene.


It was the same kind of "blackness" that gushed out from the underground palace at the bottom of Taoyuan Valley, capable of staining everything it passed.


Chapter 180: Buddhist Beads, Pestle, and Sword _3