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

In the southwest suburbs of Shen City, there lies a small mountain named after the phoenix.


Not towering high, the mountain spans merely about twenty miles around, with an extremely steep shape forming a "十" character, resembling a phoenix stretching its neck and spreading its wings, soaring through the sky, hence the name Feng Huang Mountain.


The mountain is lush with forests and crisscrossed by streams, boasting extremely beautiful scenery. Atop the mountain, there's a Green Wall about thirty meters high—sheer as if cut by a knife or split by an axe. If one stands atop this Green Wall, they can take in the entire view of the Shen River, as it winds around the mountain.


In Shen City's region, where plains abound and mountains are few, Lansun Mountain and Feng Huang Mountain boast the most beautiful scenery. One lies in the northeast and the other in the southwest, facing each other across the entire city, famous for their landscapes since ancient times.


Chapter 98: The Person in the Wall