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 despair of losing her tail, compounded with the inhumane acts of those three men, led the Merfolk woman to take her own life by biting her own tongue when they were unprepared that evening.


The next day, Lin Guiyuan found the body of the Merfolk woman in the forest, bowing deeply. He stared at the lifeless familiar companion he had once lived with, unable to come to terms with the situation for a long time.


On that day, he pulled out the Golden Crow Vine from his hair, which transformed into a golden spear, and for the first time in his life, his murderous intent was fully unleashed into the crowd.


Wen Zhendong tried her best to stop him, kneeling on the ground and crying pitifully, continuously pleading for the people's innocence, saying that so many people were innocent without knowing the truth, to avoid killing the good by mistake.


Chapter 75: River of Blood