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

A thin, middle-aged man squatted in a dense patch of grass.


The man had small, mung bean-sized eyes, a sharp chin, a pointed forehead, and sparse hair on his thin lips. His whole demeanour was exceptionally sleazy, and there were several large oil stains on his clothes.


The middle-aged man poked his head out of the grass and looked at the quarry in the distance, watching the fierce battle unfolding there. Hesitation and struggle flashed across his face.


Several times, it seemed like the middle-aged man wanted to stand up and charge out of the grass.


Instead, he slowly, slowly retracted his head back into the grass.


"Anyway, if I were to go up, I would only be seeking death,"


The man, named Hao Zhi, who was the owner of a sesame oil shop near Snake Mountain, murmured in a low voice, seemingly justifying his decision.


Chapter 225: Thunder Fire, Green Blood, and Heavenly Nets