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

"Aotian? Long Aotian! What a great name!"


"Without the dragon, it's just Aotian."


"So, where are you planning to go now?"


Aotian turned his head toward the depths of the sea.


"It's at the bottom of the sea, three thousand miles east of the East Sea."


"Then I wish you a smooth journey home."


However, Aotian suddenly fell silent, then lowered its head and bit a scale from its belly with its mouth. It stretched its head to present the scale to Shu Guan.


"Shu Guan, if you need to find me in the future, just put this scale in the sea water and state the time and place. I'll be back."


Upon hearing this, Shu Guan took the palm-sized dragon scale.


Chapter 2: Drizzle Enters Shen City