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

On usual days, she still knew to call herself "disciple" in front of Wen Yu, yet now that Lin Guiyuan is dead in a strange place, she turns coquettish, constantly saying "people"!


Baili An followed the team of the Corpse Tide and sea demons to this place.


However, looking at the attitudes of Wen Yu and his disciple, along with the many disciples of the Righteous Sects in the mountains, there was not the slightest reaction. They did not seem afraid at all, continuing with their tasks at hand as if they had already grown accustomed to this.


On the other hand, the group of villagers who had narrowly escaped death with Baili An huddled together, crying out for their parents, clearly terrified by the horrifying scene before them.


And these wildly frenzied demons and Evil Ghosts, after entering the Mountain Realm, circled around them incessantly.


Chapter 68: Blood Crystal