North Liao

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go. 
Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass. 
Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons. 
On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes. 
A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past. 
Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

Journey to the End of the Night

The sky changed color, the stars shifted positions!


The thick, blood-soaked air rushed in like a tangible tsunami.


The ancient trees and giant rocks within the Stone Forest were coated in a layer of terrifying grey-black in an instant.


Trees withered, and giant rocks turned to sand in monochrome.


The overwhelming aura seemed as though it would flip over the very skies of the Heavenly Capital.


The blazing bonfire was extinguished in a moment.


Wen Yu finally shifted his gaze from Baili An and the young deer.


His face was filled with shock, he took a deep, heavy breath, while the girl in his arms seemed to recall some frightful memories, letting out a shrill scream and burying herself into his embrace, her pale face trembling with fear, a sight pitiful enough to evoke sympathy.


Qi Yang's face showed not a hint of triumph anymore; instead, it was filled with terror as he flung himself at the feet of Wen Yu, seeking protection.


Chapter 34: Seven Ashes Steps