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 sky was bright and the sun hung high, seagulls glided across the sky, and the huge body of the sea dragon loomed in the deep waters, both visible and hidden. 


The woman slowly emerged from the dim cabin, her white clothing fluttering under the sea breeze, her three thousand delicate strands of hair simply tied by a green jade hairpin.


She still held the blue-covered Lingxu Swordsmanship book in her hands and cradled the longsword in her arms, focusing intently on the content.


Baili An glanced briefly and noticed that the woman had only flipped through a few pages of the Lingxu Swordsmanship section, leading him to think that the swordsmanship must be extremely profound and difficult to understand.


She was so engrossed, yet she only read a few pages.


Chapter 62: Demons Hidden in the Sea