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

Sang Liren had never seen these beautiful birds flying in the sky before, but he had seen their portraits in the books of the Daoist Collection Tower.


These were legendary spiritual birds from the ancient times, which had long since disappeared from the world, some of which only existed in the first three Yuanhui eras and had never appeared between heaven and earth ever since.


At this moment, the ferry began to fly down at an angle. Then Sang Liren saw among the forests below, there were also silhouettes of strange animals that should have been extinct and only existed in the Daoist records, as well as many spiritual flowers and immortal grass that were not seen in the world anymore.


Chapter 10: Ancestral Home of the Daoist Sect, The Red Robe Daoist_2