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

From behind the crowd, wretched screams of bodies being torn apart filled the air; howls of pain and sorrow reverberated everywhere.


The already sizable group was quickly overrun by the dark tide of corpse demons.


Baili An didn't look back, no trace of pity arose in his heart.


Finally, Baili An broke free from the encirclement and, following the Seven Ashes Steps towards the southeast, he made his escape.


Watching Baili An escape further and further away, the furious and violent roars of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang faintly followed from behind, their aura bursting forth and blasting the sea of corpse demons within a ten-meter radius around them into the air.


Yang Zhao, looking at the sword Wen Yu clutched tightly in his hand, realized something was amiss. His eyelids twitched violently as he demanded, "Where's the Yuanli Sword?!"


Chapter 74: The Human Heart Conceals a Ghost