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

After a moment of silence, Shu Guan softly spoke these words.


It was time to release him from these profound torments.


Duzhu looked at him deeply, then began to chant sutras softly.


The floating figure of the teenager grew fainter and fainter until it vanished into the air like a line erased by a rubber.


Just before disappearing, both Shu Guan and Duzhu seemed to catch a glimpse of a smile on the boy's face.


That smile was directed at the two of them.


The next moment, a series of images suddenly appeared in the air.


The strange dream that Zhang Haotian had suffered from for many years slowly unfolded before the eyes of Shu Guan and Duzhu, finally dissipating after the peculiar small knife penetrated the teenager's chest.


Both men silently watched the process of the young man's death without a word, then each fell into quiet contemplation.


Then Shu Guan turned his head and nodded towards Duzhu, saying:


Chapter 82: Crossing Over_2