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

A thin and ordinary-looking young monk entered Zouma Hall.


From the time Han Biao left to when Duzhu arrived, it took only around ten minutes.


"Mr. Shu, may I ask what matter you need me for?"


Duzhu greeted Shu Guan with respect, performing a ceremonial bow.


"Today, a guest came to the monastery, and his situation is somewhat strange..."


Shu Guan pointed at Zhang Haotian, who was still sound asleep in his chair, and then began to describe the bizarre dream Zhang Haotian had.


"What do you think his condition falls under?"


After finishing his explanation, Shu Guan looked at Duzhu and asked.


Duzhu's face also showed shock as he walked over to Zhang Haotian, extended a finger, and gently touched Zhang Haotian's forehead.


About three or four minutes passed, and the young monk opened his eyes.


Surprise still lingered in his eyes, but it had faded somewhat, replaced by a sense of understanding.


Chapter 82 Crossing Over