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

The broken stone strip was the closest to the river, and it was clear that it used to be a large rock, which had been smashed and shattered into small stone fragments and stone powder.


This was also the only broken stone strip that the strange old man had not searched.


The strange old man crouched down once again before this pile of stone fragments, and it was now the time of the setting sun. The sunlight sprinkled on the desolate stony beach, reflecting off the smooth pebbles, making it slightly dazzling.


As the strange old man flicked his palm among the pile of stone fragments, a bright light burst out from between the stones, much brighter than the sunlight reflected by the surrounding pebbles.


The strange old man suddenly paused, then quickly inserted his entire palm into the pile of stone fragments. When he withdrew his hand, he was holding a fist-sized, extremely round, black scale.


Chapter 17: Slaying the Dragon Bridge - Part 2