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

"Camel Head," another form of the dragon's nine shapes appeared on the four-footed snake.


Meanwhile, long whiskers began to grow from its neck, and the single horn on its head had grown to over two feet long.


Its four claws under its belly also became thicker and stronger.


This fellow was looking more and more like a real dragon.


Perhaps calling it a four-footed snake was no longer appropriate, should they give it another name?


Shu Guan began to consider this question.


On Zhanlong Bridge, Han Biao nodded to the young man beside him who still seemed to be petrified, then sprang off the bridge in a single leap.


The four-footed snake below suddenly jumped up high and caught Han Biao on its back.


At this point, the four-footed snake's river crossing journey was more than half complete, getting infinitely closer to becoming a real dragon.


Chapter 21: Old Knife Handle_2