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 elder revealed a smile and said, "I called you here today because I wanted to know if Brother Si Chen is really the person I have been waiting for."


Baili An frowned slightly, but still obediently walked to the edge of the ancient well.


He looked down into the well, and his dark pupils took on a layer of astonishment.


Because what was reflected in the well was neither the cool beauty of the night scenery nor the shimmering ripples of the water.


Instead, it was a sky-full of the azure Star River.


It was as if... the waters of the Star River above the sky had all been carried into this well.


Baili An was profoundly captivated by the beauty of the Star River, and his gaze could not be shifted from it, accompanied by a faint laughter from the elder.


Inside his body, it felt as if a massive door had been violently thrust open.


Baili An's perspective changed; it became higher and further.


Chapter 57: Mandate of Heaven