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

"I had a dream last night, and after waking up from it, I couldn't fall back asleep; I stayed awake until daylight."


These were the first words Zhang Haotian said.


As Shu Guan listened, he refilled Zhang Haotian's teacup with tea, having already noticed the tiredness on Zhang Haotian's face when he entered, which suggested a restless night.


It seemed that the old man's visit today must be related to the dream he had last night.


That's what Shu Guan thought as he heard Zhang Haotian's next words.


"This dream, I've had it for more than sixty years."


Shu Guan's hand paused slightly while pouring the tea, and he looked at Zhang Haotian with some astonishment, but his eyes quickly showed a flash of realization.


Zhang Haotian, however, continued speaking, his gaze growing more and more confused.


"I don't remember when I first had this dream—probably when I was seven or eight years old. Since then, I keep having the same dream over and over."


Chapter 80 A Strange Dream (Do not subscribe again)_2