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

Above the river surface, the submarine maintained a partially submerged posture.


Yuan Yingzi and the last Expert of Nascent Soul, Yuanfei Zhijie, who came to Jing City this time, stood on the submarine, staring at the battles below Snake Mountain.


At the beginning, Yuan Yingzi's expression was calm and relaxed, like she was on a trip and seeing a slightly pleasant scenery, which she enjoyed leisurely.


Of course, it's more like watching a play.


Watching the grand play that she planned with great effort for two years and which was about to reach its climax, Yuan Yingzi was somewhat proud.


However, not long after, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.


Looking at the thunder and fire in the sky, she found that her seemingly flawless plan still underestimated some matters.


For example, those wild cultivators in Jing City.


In fact, Yuan Yingzi had also invested time and effort in studying these wild cultivators before.


Chapter 227: The Disappearance of the Ticking Sound