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

Within the main hall, there were three distinct areas.


One area was located at the center of the hall. A band of seven to eight musicians played there, some on stringed instruments, some on the piano, and some on saxophones.


All of them were middle-aged or elderly, poised and refined, dressed in crisp tailcoats, deeply immersed in the music they were playing.


Of course, they were all cultivators, their cultivation levels varied from the Energy-Introducing Realm to the Initial Recognition Realm. Among them, a white-haired pianist, who appeared to be the oldest, was an impressive cultivator of the Fetal Movement Realm.


Directly in front of the band, there was a dance floor where quite a few people were cheerfully dancing.


In Shen City, it seems everyone was passionate about dancing, a trend that even cultivators were not immune to.


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