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

At this moment, Shu Guan, who was silently watching them from afar, was also extremely nervous.


Although according to his judgment and Xiaoyi's calculated analysis, the madam Qingqing had an extraordinarily unique way of thinking. The possibility of her saying that the four-footed snake was a dragon had reached more than 85%.


But after all, there was still a 15% chance that the four-footed snake would fail in its attempt to become a sealed crane.


However, in the realm of cultivation, there is no such thing as a 100% guarantee against problems.


Just like normal cultivators, they face the risk of going astray in their cultivation at all times.


The path to immortality is full of hardships, and no one can guarantee how far they will go.


Chapter 8: Such a Small Dragon_3