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

Shu Guan walked to the entrance of the hole from which he had jumped earlier.


He then looked back again at the massive skeleton and the golden streaks entwined on it.


Shu Guan had no intention of touching the Pan God's remains.


Not only because of the mysterious golden streaks, but more importantly, according to Shu Guan's guess, the land of Pen City, located by the great river, had not experienced a flood in tens of thousands of years, possibly because the Pan God's remains were hidden in this mountain.


So naturally, he would not disturb the skeleton.


Even before leaving, Shu Guan seriously paid his respects to the remains.


Having protected the beings of this land for tens of thousands of years, in life and death, Shu Guan felt that he should pay respect to the remains of the Pan God.


Not to mention that he had learned two profound secret techniques here, meaning that in some sense, he could be considered a descendant of the Pan God.


Chapter 16: The Paperman Knocking on the Door.