I Came From The Xanadu

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.

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Chapter 62: Cultivator's Group Battle (Part 1)

Inside the room, Shu Guan watched as his master and fellow senior brothers and sisters began to meditate and adjust their states in preparation for the battle that night. He couldn't help but laugh at himself, realizing he was probably the most nervous one among them.

Following their example, Shu Guan closed his eyes and silently practiced his cultivation techniques, soon feeling calmer.

"It's almost time."

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard his master Li Zhixia's voice and opened his eyes. Feeling refreshed and clear-headed, his state of mind was as peaceful as the lake in their temple, no longer touched by any trace of nervousness.

He had completed eleven Small Circulations. If not for his master's interruption, he might have been able to break through to the twelfth Small Circulation.

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