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

"Brother Zhao, this man doesn't even spare women; such a cruel and ruthless person must not be allowed to live and return."


How ridiculous, saying he doesn't even spare women.


And yet... when have they ever spared any creature here, or those innocent merfolk women, wantonly abusing and cruelly killing them! Is this what they call the righteous path?!


The young man addressed as Brother Zhao exchanged a glance with Wen Yu, and they struck simultaneously.


Sword lights plummeted, two streaks wrapped in the aura of the Open Yuan realm chased by the wind.


Baili An's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, yet his gaze shone even brighter, "Wen Yu, it seems you've forgotten the word of advice those two gave you."


Under his feet, three circles of fire emerged, unmistakably the Seven Ashes Steps which were all too familiar to Wen Yu.


Seeing this scene, Wen Yu's eyelids twitched madly, suddenly recalling something, his eyes filled with horror, "You're crazy!"


Chapter 71: Hesitating to Take Action for Fear of Affecting the Valuables