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 woman in white looked deeply at Baili An, but did not refuse his request.


After a slight nod, she said, "I will stay in the Demon Cave for about half a month. If you can resolve the troubles in your hands and survive safely by then, go and wait for me at the City God Temple 30 miles to the south of Kongcang Mountain. If you do not come..."


Under the bright moonlight, her smile was enchanting, "Then this little deer will belong to me."


Baili An nodded and thanked her before watching her ethereal figure, clad in white, standing against the wind. She boarded the sand ship with a Jiaolong and sailed away through the breaking waves.


Leaving the sand ship also meant that Baili An had lost the protection of the Jiaolong and the woman's overpowering presence, leaving him possibly vulnerable to attacks by sea demons or unidentified creatures at any moment.


The waves crashed onto the shore, bringing with them numerous grotesque and bloody remnants of fish-women's bodies with the surf.


Chapter 63: Returning to the Mountain and Seeing the River