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 placed the bottle of light purple potion in the palm of his left hand and intently gazed at it.


At this moment, the intertwined and dense palm prints in Shu Guan's hand seemed to come alive and began to move.


They stood tall like mountains and surged like great rivers.


Then, between those moving palm prints, a picture slowly formed.


It was a room filled with the ambiance of a Western Continent laboratory, packed with iron racks. On the racks lay various large and small bottles and test tubes, while ancient-looking wall lamps adorned the walls, flickering with a dim red flame.


Inside those transparent bottles, there were numerous animal organs and corpses or strange herbs and flowers. Shu Guan could even see a flower with teeth that opened and closed in the yellow liquid.


In the room, there was also a pile of metal fine powder sparkling in different colors.


Chapter 77: Drawing Talismans_2