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

In just two simple words, the Shebi Corpse, that had never been challenged, felt an overwhelming pressure crash down upon it!


As if the sky above its head imploded towards it, bringing with it a supreme and heavy force.


The Shebi Corpse, with no ability to resist, suddenly bent its knees and heavily knelt to the ground.


The entire mountain range violently shook three times.


Those lantern-sized Purple Extreme Pupils were filled with deep fear!


The woman in the blood-red robe hummed lightly, and her arm, wrapped in the dark red sleeve, slowly lifted; her pale, slender palm seemed somewhat frail.


Yet it was this simple motion that instilled a despairing fear in the liver elm corpse that had long evolved into an Absolute Corpse.


Her pale hand had long, slender fingers, with nails slightly grown and sharp, like five razor-sharp blades.


With her light laugh, she made a scooping motion with her palm.


Chapter 65: My Corpse Demon Sister