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

Baili An only felt that with every breath he took, what he exhaled was tinged with an extremely strong scent of blood.


The power of the Mohe, which not even divine wrath could destroy through countless years, how could he bear it with ease?


His weak soul was like a small boat in the vast ocean, at risk of being submerged at any moment.


At a critical moment, a transparent Corpse Pearl in Baili An's Dantian slowly turned, and from it, a fragile, snake-like glimmer of green energy delicately emerged, winding upwards along Baili An's Inner Veins.


This green glow arrived just in time to save his life; a small wisp of green energy managed to relieve much of Baili An's suffering in an extremely short time, absorbing a significant amount of the violent power contained within the Mohe.


But this was far from enough to resolve Baili An's immediate crisis.


Chapter 97: The Other Shore Burns Like Fire