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

Because he saw that the old man on the tree has now entirely merged into the trunk of the ancient tree.


Only an old face covered in tree rings remained, perched and growing within it, even turning his neck was extremely difficult.


It seemed he heard Baili An's voice, his eyes moved slightly.


Those aged eyes were also turning to wood, murky and stiff, appearing like an ancient tree demon about to perish.


He moved his mouth, saying, "Destiny decrees it so, fate dictates, you cannot escape, and we... cannot escape either."


While speaking, a crisp wooden crack sounded, and a small slit opened at the center of the old man's forehead, emitting a faint golden light.


With great difficulty, he pulled a smile across his face, "Child, come here."


At this moment, Baili An's mind was a complete mess; everything had happened too swiftly.


How could he not see that the old man was about to return to Chaos?


Chapter 58: Sunken Ship at Sea