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

In her eye sockets, there was only a vast emptiness, with just two floating ghost fires, just like herself floating above the ground right now.


The little girl, who had initially planned to return to the room beam to hide, suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and inexplicably lingered there as she looked at the two floating ghost fires.


Yang Ruijun walked out of Duolun Alley and onto Meiluo Road.


Even at 7 pm, Meiluo Road was still bustling. Many shops along the road were still open, brightly lit with the sounds of fruit sellers and cigarette vendors echoing overhead.


Yang Ruijun walked happily forward because she had once again used Daoist magic to help someone in need today.


As she passed a clothing store, Yang Ruijun saw a beautiful dress hanging inside through the window and thought about rewarding herself.


But just as she was about to step into the store, a familiar voice came from behind her.


Chapter 16: Death Hexagram! _2