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 had been pondering this question ever since he escaped from TanYankai's mansion with Li Zhixia on his back.


However, he didn't think about it for long, and an idea came to him.


That was to seek help from the Taiping Dingshi Bell.


Because he remembered that the Taiping Dingshi Bell had once told Xiaoyi that four thousand years ago, his senior brother seemed to have suffered severe damage to his spirit, and Grandmaster Lu brought him to the Taiping Dingshi Bell.


Although the Taiping Dingshi Bell couldn't completely heal his senior brother's wounded spirit, it at least restored his sanity.


So maybe the Dingshi Bell might have a way to deal with his master's current situation.


Carrying Li Zhixia on his back, Shu Guan sprinted towards the riverbank.


It wasn't because he was out of breath from running, but because he was constantly using the Heavenly Sound Demon Suppressing Skill.


Chapter 194: Sharp, Thin Cries