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 waved her palm, releasing an Ice Technique that immediately solidified the cold above her head into a five-foot ice wall. With a flip of her palm, she revealed another squared piece of cold ice.


This piece of cold ice was different from the Five Directions Cold Ice she had used last time to treat Baili An's sunburn wounds.


For now, engraved into the center of the ice in her palm was a Ying Dragon pattern.


She struck the ice into the wall above her head with a backhanded slap.


Within the ice, the Ying Dragon pattern seemed to come alive, its body expanding dramatically as it quickly swam through the ice wall.


As it traveled, the five-foot-thick ice wall surged a hundred meters high, abruptly hindering the swirling Demon Fire tornado from above.


Chapter 87: Demon Sect Qi Ren