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

Yes, what was slowly rising from the river bottom to the surface was a submarine about forty meters long. Because it was transitioning from submerged to surface navigation, a large amount of water was being expelled from the hull.


Those who saw this kind of thing for the first time might mistake it for a monster emerging from the river.


Compared to the scene when the four-footed snake leapt out of the water, the spectacle of the submarine surfacing now was witnessed by many more people on the boats and riverbanks.


Therefore, for a while, there were chaotic screams coming from both the river's surface and the banks.


Shu Guan, of course, would not mistake it for a monster.


As a transcender, he instantly recognized it for what it was, a submarine, emerging from beneath the water.


Shu Guan knew that there were submarines in this world. After all, if there were cars and planes, why wouldn't there be submarines?


Chapter 207: Disciples of the Temple of Good Deeds