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

"Don't be so nervous, Young Master Meng," a light chuckle came from beneath the mask. "Look, if I don't take this Death Spirit for you, you would never see her again in your lifetime. Once the six rivers reconverge and the long sea of the netherworld remolds its source, what is the difficulty in resurrecting a mere Shang Ying and reshaping her Spirit Root?"


Meng Zifei breathed heavily, staring fixedly at the blood red lake in front of him, and spoke with great difficulty, "In this world... there is no such thing as resurrection from death, don't think you can deceive me."


The man in the purple robe chuckled and his tall, slender body slowly sank into the waters of the lake.


Just as his mask was about to be submerged by the crimson lake, his voice, full of expectation, echoed throughout the valley,


"Young Master Meng might want to think this over. Though the descendants of the six rivers are hard to find, mortals are innumerable. I can afford to wait.


Chapter 96: The River Flows into the Body