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

Long, long ago, probably between the fourth and fifth Yuanhui eras, the Dragon Clan had a very prosperous period.


It's not that their race was very strong then, besides the mysterious and unpredictable first Yuanhui era of which almost no one knows the truth today, there is no record in the history of the realm of cultivation of the Dragon Clan ever being truly powerful.


However, at the end of the fourth Yuanhui era and the fifth Yuanhui era, the Dragon Clan was indeed very prosperous.


Because during this period, several Dragon Kings of the Dragon Clan were appointed by the Heavenly Court as the Cloud Marching and Rain Arranging God, and the Dragon Clan, under the support of the Heavenly Court, became the ruler of all the aquatic clans in the world, completely breaking free from the status and fate of being treated like slaves by the great power of the Grid tribe.


Chapter 18: The Flood Dragon Stirs the Water (Part 1)