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 3 a.m., Shu Guan's figure appeared in an alley next to the Southern old city of Shen City.


The houses in this area looked somewhat low and dilapidated, with most of them having a history of decades. However, more than a hundred years ago, this area was the most prosperous and bustling part of Shen City. With the city's focus shifting to the Huangpu River bank over the past few decades, this region of the Southern old city had gradually become desolate.


Nowadays, those living in the Southern old city were mainly the lower-class citizens of Shen City, as well as many refugees who fled to Shen City.


This was a district where fish and dragons mixed, filled with swindlers, gamblers, prostitutes, thugs, and drug addicts. It was the perfect breeding ground for crime and a stronghold for gangs.


The three magnates of Shen City's Qing Sect all started from this place.


Shu Guan reached the deepest part of the alley.


Chapter 32: The Mystery of Going Astray and Becoming Possessed