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

Having sorted out his own complex feelings for the moment, Baili An carried Lin Guiyuan's remains on his back and began searching downstream along the blood river.


He sprinted along the way, his gaze, sharp as lightning, not overlooking any spot in the river as he searched swiftly.


Finally, five miles downstream, he successfully found Lin Guiyuan's head.


Fortunately, Baili An was lucky; the Blood Lake connected to the Endless Sea. If a corpse or a head entered the sea, it would likely be torn to shreds by the sea demons or merfolk almost instantaneously.


When Baili An found Lin Guiyuan's head, numerous golden fish swam around it, seemingly supporting the head to slow its passage.


However, in the corrosive Blood River, the gold scales of these fish were peeling off due to the decay.


Despite suffering torments as if they were sliced by knives, the fish refused to leave, steadfastly protecting Lin Guiyuan's head.


Chapter 67: Hell in the Mountains