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

He was a slightly plump Daoist in a green robe, standing with his back to Mu Yao, looking up at the small plaque above the gate of the mountain.


Written on the plaque were the words, "Shanyi Temple".


"It's been a long time since I've been back."


When Mu Yao heard the green-robed Daoist say this, the Daoist turned around.


He was a round-faced elderly Daoist, like Mu Yao himself, with kind brows and good eyes, a hearty smile that made people feel joy at first sight.


As the green-robed elder turned, Mu Yao's body suddenly shook. He immediately walked forward, kneeling down on both knees and paid his respects.


"Shanyi Temple's twenty-second generation disciple Mu Yao, greets Grandmaster Liuxia."


Yes, this green-robed elder was none other than Grandmaster Liuxia, the nineteenth master of the Shanyi Temple.


Although it was Mu Yao's first time seeing Grandmaster Liuxia in person, he had seen the grand master's statue in the Ancestor Master's Hall, so he immediately recognized him.


Chapter 340: The New Era of Yuan Hui! (End of Volume 3)