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

"Hmph! Foolish! A mere Open Yuan flesh body trying to stop my Sea Expansion Realm attack! Searching..."


Before Huang Kang could finish his sentence, a clear ripping sound was heard, and a ragged, gray robe scattered like a butterfly, revealing a lean and pale upper body.


Yang Zhao's face suddenly changed color, "Impossible, how can this boy's physical strength be so powerful!"


Not giving the two of them much time to be shocked, the Corpse Pearl inside Baili An's body frantically revolved within the Yin Yang Tao Fish, emitting a faint bluish tinge.


The two saw the faint bluish tinge emanating from the pale muscles on Baili An's body and felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, prompting them to furrow their brows deeply!


In just a few steps, Baili An had already reached them, only to hear the sound of a long sword being drawn from behind him.


Following that, the atmosphere drastically changed!


Chapter 91: The Same Talent