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 morning sunlight shone on the streets and alleys of Shen City, the tall buildings, mansions, ports, riverbanks, and... the smoke-filled battlefield.


Today seemed to be another hot day, just like the intense battle between the Da Hua Army and the Xuri Empire Army.


What was unexpected was that the morning sun had just begun to shine when it was obscured by a large dark cloud.


The dark cloud that drifted in from the northwest was huge, almost covering the entire sky of Shen City. The city became dim, and the low hanging clouds seemed to press down on everyone's heads.


Within the clouds, golden lightning danced wildly, occasionally accompanied by low rumbles of thunder.


A terrible storm seemed to be approaching.


Chapter 27: Carrying the Mountain (Very Satisfied with This Chapter)