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 understood that Zhang Haotian was probably about to discuss the truly important matter within this dream.


Those things that he detested, rejected, and feared.


"The instant I pushed the door open, I had a very familiar feeling, as if I had returned to my own home, but at the same time, I had the impulse to turn and run away."


As he reached this point, Zhang Haotian paused, explaining to Shu Guan:


"Every time I have this dream, at the moment I push the door, I have this feeling and impulse, and after waking up, the feeling is still incredibly vivid."


The emotions in the dream also come from one's own soul, so it's quite normal to have these emotions linger after waking up.


Shu Guan waved his hand, signaling Zhang Haotian to continue.


But he himself hadn't expected that when Zhang Haotian spoke the next sentence, he would interrupt Zhang Haotian's narration again.


"As I opened the door, a strong scent of blood came from behind it."


Chapter 80: The Bizarre Dream That Entangles a Lifetime (6000-Word Chapter)_4