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

Ouyang Hai raised his head and exhaled a puff of smoke.


However, this time he didn't blow smoke rings. Through the misty smoke, two cold words came.


Shu Guan paused for a moment, the person he had just asked about was naturally Pang Daokun.


"A total of thirty-one people died, twenty-seven prisoners and four patrol officers, including the two brothers who guarded Pang Daokun."


"However, they didn't die from being burned because the iron door separated them, and the fire didn't reach them so quickly. They were suffocated alive by the smoke."


"It hasn't been figured out yet, but for the time being, it doesn't seem like there was any trace of arson..."


As Ouyang Hai was speaking, he paused for a moment and then added.


"Also, we didn't find traces of Daoist Skill being used."


Chapter 44: The Sixth Sense