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 said this to Wang Dahu then squatted down.


He squatted in front of Wang Dahu, reached out to wipe some light purple powder from Wang Dahu's pant leg, put it in his palm, and examined it carefully. Then he brought it to his nose to smell.


As a result, Shu Guan was certain that this powder was the mysterious and terrifyingly powerful explosive he had encountered before.


This explosive had killed a peak Fetal Movement cultivator, and if it weren't for Ming Jinan's rescue, he would have been blown up as well.


Qiuyang had said that this explosive had only existed in theory, and he never thought it would be created, as no country in the world had ever announced its development.


Since Qiuyang said so, this explosive must not be possessed by just anyone. The last time this explosive appeared, it had been used in the Black Dragon Association's plot against him and Ming Jinan.


Shu Guan lifted his head and stared intently at Wang Dahu, asking in a deep voice:


Chapter 200: Seeing Jiang Yun Again