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

Blood still wet on the sword tip did not slid off yet, Wen Yu's sword was already pointing towards Baili An.


Without rush, Baili An shoved Wen Zhendong's head violently, meeting the tip of the sword with her throat.


Wen Yu's eyebrows twitched wildly. His eyes met the terrified, wide open eyes of Wen Zhendong opposite him. Even with a heart as hard as iron, he did not relent, but with her in the front intercepting the force, this strike probably wouldn't claim that kid's life.


The sword tip barely paused, as Wen Yu's eyes widened fiercely and he said, "What on earth do you think you're doing, kid?"


Yet his heart was still panicked, secretly wondering what trick this kid had used to deceive those two's eyes and successfully infiltrate the Mountain Realm!


Baili An dared not reveal his corpse demon identity to his enemies. The crimson light in his eyes had long since faded, and the pupils were as clear as ever.


Chapter 70: Blood-soaked, return as it was (Extra, please recommend)