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

Li Zhixia was the first to enter the quarry at the foot of Snake Mountain.


Like the quarry at the bottom of Turtle Mountain, this place was eerily vacant, and beneath a distant mountain cliff scoured by explosions, there was also a huge cave entrance.


Li Zhixia flew towards the cave entrance.


However, as he approached within a hundred meters of the cave entrance, he suddenly stopped.


Because at the entrance of the cave, an additional figure had appeared.


It was a man dressed in an Xuri Empire kimono, and wooden clogs.


The man was in his early fifties, with short, stiff hair like steel needles, and a long white cloth tied to his head. In the samurai of Xuri Empire, the white cloth is called a Bowl Roll, which symbolizes their determination to sacrifice themselves for their mission, whenever there is a battle to the death, or when they must complete an important task.


Chapter 222: A Rock and a Wide Chasm