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 stillness of heaven and earth was but a fleeting moment.


Shu Guan raised his arms, and the great river stopped its torrential flow.


Then Shu Guan clapped his palms together, and the river's flow resumed.


With Shu Guan's palms coming together, the floodwaters that threatened to inundate the fields on both sides of the river seemed to be drawn back by some mysterious force, instantly receding and retreating within the river's course.


The river waters in front of Shu Guan continued to rush forward, but the massive waves had disappeared, and the water was no longer violent. Instead, like in the past, it flowed towards the distance with a majestic yet gentle speed.


Outside the gorge, the four-footed snake was still excitedly wriggling its body in the water.


So the water rushing out of the gorge remained wild and unrestrained, but as soon as it passed by Shu Guan, it immediately became gentle, with no waves breaking out of the river course.


Chapter 21: The Old Knife Handle