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

Between the waves, there was the figure of a real flood dragon, appearing and disappearing intermittently.


Its long, pitch-black body sometimes surfaced and sometimes hid beneath the water, making it difficult to see its true appearance but leaving one full of imagination.


If someone else saw this scene at this moment, they would probably no longer think that the four-footed snake was a snake.


Shu Guan and Han Biao reached the peak of a mountain, with the waves below relentlessly closing in, seemingly wanting to engulf them into the river.


Shu Guan knew that the four-footed snake was feeling very pleased at the moment, even somewhat smug.


On the journey of river crossing, it was necessary to maintain an unassuming, calm, and unhurried attitude. Being too repressed was not good, but raising one's tail too high was also not good.


Chapter 17: Slaying the Dragon Bridge_3