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

Upon seeing the statue of Pan God in the Pen Temple, Shu Guan's heart skipped a beat.


This Pan God was not a human, nor a demon, but rather resembled the witch race he had once seen in a book within the Daoist Collection Tower of the temple.


This race, called the "Witch," was said to be the dominant species in the first three Yuanhui eras, similar to the current Human Race.


However, this race was almost completely extinct by the end of the fourth Yuanhui Age of Deity.


If the Pan God in the past was indeed a transcendent witch, the history of this city would be much longer than ten thousand years; it would have to go back many more years.


Shu Guan stood for a while at the statue.


That Pan God of the past must have been a powerful being; if the legend were true and he could cause the flood to recede with a wave of his hand, his strength would surely surpass the Immortal Realm.


Chapter 13 Musk