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

"Perhaps while my father was taking pictures, he accidentally overexposed all of them, which left him very disheartened."


"Then he took his friends to search for the cave we once visited, but after more than ten days, they couldn't find that cave again."


"...When we returned to Shen City, on the first night back, I had another dream."


"The events of the dream were exactly the same as my experience in the cave paintings, but when I woke up, I found a brush on my bedside table."


"It was the exact same brush that the woman in the painting had given me."


"And when I held that brush, many voices and words appeared in my mind, which scared me... Later on, I naturally knew that those were cultivation skills...and that moment marked the beginning of me as a cultivator."


Of course, at that time, Yang Ruijun was only seven years old. Encountering such events, she could not possibly bear such a secret alone.


So she told her parents what had happened.


Chapter 18: Han Biao's Anger