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

Hearing Li Xuan's answer, the woman slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, her eyes revealing a rare glint of admiration, "To have such a realization, you are indeed worthy of the sword in your hand... hmm? What are you, this youngster, looking at?"


The woman in white shifted her gaze and noticed a young man who had been frightened into dropping his sword by She Slave was now staring blankly at the scroll in her hand.


He squinted hard, trying to make out the words on the scroll in her hand amidst the dim environment.


He vaguely saw the words "Sword technique" and couldn't help but be extremely curious about the sword moves that instantly killed She Slave and where they came from.


The originally praised Li Xuan instantly became as delighted as a naive child who had received a teacher's compliment, excited and jubilant.


However, the moment he heard these words, he was so startled he nearly jumped out of his skin.


Chapter 78: Solely the Way of the Sword