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

But in Shu Guan's eyes at this moment, that wisp of bright red sunlight seemed even more intense, like a blazing flame engulfing the surface of the river.


"The Qi of the rising morning sun is red."


Underneath the red fiery Qi, there was a faint blue "Qi" constantly rising.


This was the "Qi" of the water in the river.


Shu Guan's gaze shifted to the mountains behind him, where yellow and green "Qi" intertwined and rose from the peaks.


That was the "Qi" of the plants and the mountains.


Then Shu Guan looked at Han Biao by his side.


A faint gray "Qi" enveloped Han Biao's body. He was neither alive nor dead, an alien being walking between Yin and Yang, so the "Qi" on his body appeared as a chaotic gray color.


Shu Guan blinked again, and his eyes returned to normal, no longer seeing that white misty substance.


As a result, the world around him also returned to normal in his eyes.


"Brother Shu, what were you just looking at?"


Chapter 1: A Trio Walks Together_3