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

Yin Baishuang immediately said angrily, "Damn thing, who was ever kind to you!"


The woman in white tilted her head with a smile and said, "Then why did the miss talk so much to me today? If Miss truly despised me, you should have let me enter the game and watched coldly from the sidelines."


Yin Baishuang's expression choked, and she turned her body to leave only her back to the woman, saying coldly, "I don't care about your life or death!"


After speaking, she actually did not turn back, jumping directly into the pitch-black abyss.


Watching the fiery red figure being devoured by darkness in an instant, the woman in white chuckled softly while touching her lips: "What a dishonest fellow."


Just at that moment, from the depths of the abyss where the woman in white's gaze lay, erupted a majestic, shocking sound like that of a volcanic eruption.


Chapter 81: A Rainfall