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

Shu Guan said this to Bai Zhiweng, put on his mask, then led the way through the empty streets of the night, heading towards the Xuri Empire Consulate.


Zuobo Yingchen, one of the Eight Great Offerings of the Xuri Empire's Black Dragon Association, was an Expert of Nascent Soul in the realm of cultivation of ninjutsu.


There were originally eight Nascent Soul Offerings in the Black Dragon Association, but in the past few months, many of them had fallen one after another.


First, three died in Jing City, then one in Shen City, and then two more died in the three provinces outside the Pass of Da Hua. Now there are only two left, although it is said that the Emperor's Great Divine Spirit will send several disciples to join their Black Dragon Association, it still cannot truly change their shortage of manpower.


Chapter 67: I'm Still Here (Part 3)