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

Such a building, if placed in Jing City, would definitely be a landmark, but on the street where Shu Guan and Han Biao were walking at the moment, this building was undoubtedly nice, but not the most eye-catching one.


That's the difference between Jing City and Shen City.


Perhaps the size of the two cities is not much different, but in other aspects, Jing City is far behind Shen City.


Shu Guan had already felt this difference very clearly as he walked along.


In Jing City, there are some places that seem modern, such as Tongxing Street and Zhonglou Street, but in most areas, things are still ancient and old.


In contrast, when Shu Guan walked through Shen City, the feeling was almost the same as when he traveled through his own world, except that the style was somewhat retro.


Shu Guan and Han Biao entered a hotel called Dongyang Hotel with their suitcases, and the lobby was decorated in a thick Xuri style.


Chapter 2: Drizzling into Shen City_3