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

At this moment, the tall and kind-faced old monk, Grandmaster Daoji, spoke.


Zou Zhen, with his dignified appearance and imposing aura, raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and asked:


"This person is very young, truly young."


Zou Zhen did not doubt Daoji's judgment because, in this aspect, the Buddhist disciple's wisdom and insight in observing people were indeed stronger than those of the Daoist and Confucian disciples.


"Besides, this person is indeed only at the Initial Recognition Realm."


Chapter 6: The Alliance of Seven Immortals in Shen City_3