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

Reason wavered but for an instant before being submerged by the vampiric instinctual craving to feed.


From deep within his throat, a low growl of despair, like that of a solitary beast, escaped him as his tusks finally pierced her skin.


He greedily and frantically sucked the fresh blood flowing beneath her veins.


His initially restive arms, under the drive of the bloodsucking desire, tightly embraced the shoulders of the woman in front of him as if wanting to meld her into his very marrow.


Under the sounds of voracious gulping, the wound on Baili An's back healed at an astonishing pace, and his skin regained its original pale hue.


Even the corners of his eyes, split open by streaks of blood, returned to normal as his pupils shifted from red to black.


As his consciousness returned, Baili An suddenly stopped, still holding a mouthful of cold, sweet blood.


Indeed, the blood of Si Li was so temptingly sweet to him.


Chapter 66: Darkness and Embrace