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

Li Xuan's body trembled violently as he staggered backward three steps, his aged face flushing abnormally red in an instant.


He then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his mustache and corners of his mouth smeared with blood, his longsword trembling as it touched the ground.


As a swarm of She Slaves rushed toward him, Li Xuan looked up to the sky and howled in grief, "Heaven wants to destroy my Lihe Sect!"


Just then, radiance surged forth from the darkness.


If anyone had been able to focus and peer intently at it, they would see the light was composed of countless Sword Butterflies covering the sky.


On the butterfly wings shone a silver-white Sword Intent, carrying the cold Astral Wind and creating thousands of ripples in the void, illuminating the blood-red night sky.


The She Slaves, unbreakable by Spirit Swords, suddenly had their heads roll off their necks like ripe melons falling to the ground under the fluttering of the Sword Butterfly wings.


Chapter 77: Instant Kill