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

Seeing the extreme astonishment and amazement on Shu Guan's face, Zhang Haotian actually began to recover from his fear.


"Mr. Shu, do you know what those people were talking about?"


Shu Guan took several deep breaths before speaking in a solemn tone,


"Mr. Zhang, please continue with your story. I hope you can tell me every detail you saw in your dream."


"Alright... I walked through that yard, past villagers holding basins filled with fresh blood. I felt very strange at that time—repulsed by everything around me, yet there was a sense of familiarity... The fear came after I woke up. In the dream, I wasn't afraid at all."


"Opposite the courtyard was a hall, and I entered it. There were some very old pieces of furniture in there, and quite a few people standing around."


"When I walked in, everyone bowed to me in unison and called me 'Young Master,' same as the villagers outside, all except for one person."


Chapter 81 It's Not a Dream at All