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

He felt a sense of relief wash over his face as he looked at the two with grim expressions and chuckled lightly, "Just two puppets have stirred up a bloodbath and fouled air in the Mountain Realm. The person manipulating you from behind must hold quite a high position within the Demon Sect, right?"


Yang Zhao and Huang Kang's eyes narrowed instantly as their gaze toward Baili An changed abruptly, "You little brat... you really can't be left alive!"


Baili An took out the wind chime from his waist and held it up, saying, "Then let's all die together. With so much innocent blood shed, there ought to be wicked souls to sacrifice."


"No, Si Chen, my brother! You cultivators can fight all you want, but we mortals are innocent!"


At once, the group of villagers huddled together became vehement as they witnessed the scene.


"Yes, what did we do wrong?! Why are you treating us like this?! I don't want to die! Please have mercy, and put down that bell."


Chapter 72: Keeping You Safe