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

"And then, the short knife in my hand suddenly turned back uncontrollably... and stabbed into my chest..."


Zhang Haotian let out a painful cry, clutching his chest tightly.


Shu Guan looked at Zhang Haotian, knowing that in that moment, he had been completely immersed in the memory of that dream, even forgetting the difference between dream and reality.


About five or six seconds later, Zhang Haotian finally came to his senses. He gave Shu Guan a bitter smile, his face still pale and covered with beads of sweat.


"The dream ends there, every time I'm awakened at that moment."


Then he slowly unbuttoned the front of his clothes, exposing his chest. On Zhang Haotian's wrinkled chest, there was a birthmark.


A birthmark shaped like the blade of a knife.


A glint of intrigue flashed through Shu Guan's eyes once more.


Chapter 81 It's Not a Dream at All_2