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 Crystal Stone shattered at one corner, from which a crimson liquid, as red as blood, crazily gushed forth without end, forming a blood-curdling, bloodstained river.


Within the parched lake, countless golden fish along with the merfolk died of thirst, their bodies seemingly desiccated under the fierce flames of the sun.


Apart from the creatures in the lake, Baili An also discovered the dismembered corpses of numerous sect disciples, brutally cut and scattered, their blood mingling in the waters.


Because at the center of the lake, there was still a merfolk who had not died of thirst and desiccation.


A blue fishtail was wretchedly half-seated amidst the silt at the bottom of the lake.


Seeing this scene, Baili An couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.


As long as she's alive, there's still hope.


Chapter 69: Autumn Waters Cold in the Mountains