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 stood between the night of solemn rain, letting the ruthless rain soak his clothes, the youth underneath the curtain of rain seemed to come from another world.


At this moment, he seemed to have grown a lot, his gentle brows were still gentle, only during the cold rain wash, it seemed there was something else.


"If the weak must die, and the strong may live is an inevitable rule of this world, then... proceed with full of wounds, until you surpass this rule."


Even though his body was cold, he could not give Lin Yuan a simple warm hug in her moment of despair.


Yet still, he gently patted her slender back, as if comforting a hurt child to sleep.


"Don't worry, it's not over yet, it won't just end like this."


Baili An's clear eyes seemed to exude some crazy light, but his tone was as bland as a thin cloud at the horizon.


"What they want to obtain, to inherit, I will destroy it completely, just like they destroyed the Mountain Realm, so sleep peacefully, am I not here?"


Chapter 82: Merfolk Transforming Legs