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 could not defend against even the might of a single sword strike, so how could such a frail body bear the brunt of the Heavenly Tribulation without the protection of a Protective Dharma Treasure?


Such a realization made everything fall into place.


Just as the sword tip full of eyes was about to slash at Baili An's throat...


Baili An's lips slowly curled up in a leisurely smile, "If I were you, I wouldn't waste time entangling here, but would quickly go see what the Blood River you've tried so hard to obtain looks like now."


Upon hearing the words "Blood River," Huang Kang's heart skipped a beat.


Almost subconsciously, the sword he held stopped, and he felt an immense sense of foreboding when faced with Baili An's confident gaze.


At that moment, Wen Yu, hidden within the controlled demonic tide, let out a heart-wrenching howl, "Ah! My Blood River!"


Chapter 92: Heart Execution