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

Everything else remained unchanged, except for the absence of the young monk.


He then raised his hand and looked at his palm.


In his palm, there was a faintly glowing thread.


Of course, only Shu Guan could see this thread.


It belonged to the young monk's destiny!


Since the moment Shu Guan stepped into the temple, he had this thread of destiny in his hand.


However, up until now, Shu Guan had not used the destiny thread.


It wasn't until this moment that Shu Guan slowly closed his eyes, recalling the skills to control other's fate written on the parchment, grasped that glowing thread, and gently rubbed it in his palm.


His spiritual power surged within his body, rapidly flowing into the glowing thread in his palm, while his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of fatigue appeared on his face.


Chapter 46: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 2)