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

"Puppets destroyed, two of them; truly a heartache," a voice mused with an ironic chuckle. "Fortunately, your obsession is deep enough, and your resentment is profound enough. You are indeed qualified to become my new puppet, heh…"


The man laughed with pleasure, "A forsaken disciple from the Taixuan Sect becoming a puppet of my Demon Sect, I wonder what expression the Sect Master would have. How amusing it would be."


In the midst of talking to himself, a wholly crimson, eerie infant rolled out from within the ample fold of his robes, its blood-red mouth gaping wide as if to bite a chunk from Wen Yu's broken body.


The man in the purple robe casually slapped the infant's head with a gesture as carefree as a breeze, turning the creepy child into a mist of blood upon contact.


Chapter 99: The Name