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

He was careless. When Jin Sheng used the Thunder-Attracting Sword to defeat the two, he should have followed up with two more strikes to remove the demon cores from their chests.


But at the time, Baili An hadn't realized that these two weren't actually alive.


Unlike the hunter, they had normal human heartbeats and body temperatures. It seemed their demon cores might be of a higher class than the one below the hunter's chest.


After pondering for a moment, Baili An looked down at the Yuanli Sword in Jin Sheng's hand and said, "Constantly fleeing is not a solution, Jin Sheng. Your Heavenly Tribulation is suppressed within the Yuanli Sword, does that mean as long as the sword is drawn, it could trigger the tribulation?"


Jin Sheng nodded, "That's correct, but I no longer have the strength to draw the sword."


Baili An stood up, very pleased with this answer, and smiled, "There's no need for you to do it; I'll draw the sword."


Chapter 84: Primordial Demon Saint