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

Baili An didn't think twice, and with a slap of his palm on the river surface, he abruptly soared into the air.


Muttering the Sword Control incantation, he stood on the Autumnwater Sword, speeding and flying away with the aid of the river's rapid currents.


He knew that even though he had recently advanced to a higher realm, he stood no chance against a terrifying corpse demon like the Shebi Corpse.


At this moment, the right thing for him to do was to take advantage of the headless corpse's distraction of the Shebi Corpse and flee this place as quickly as possible.


But other possibilities sprang to Baili An's mind.


What if the headless corpse was indeed Lin Guiyuan... What was he supposed to do then!


Would he just indifferently pass by the corpse of an old friend, allowing it to become blood mud under the Shebi Corpse's feet?


Even if there was only a one in a thousand chance, he could not take that gamble!


Chapter 64: Kneel Down