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

That year, his wrist had been injured by his father, blood gushing out, attracting countless locust-like demons to feed upon him.


He was emptied of his organs, his blood drained completely, and he still remembered the prolonged, horrific agony, worse than having his head severed—a despair beyond words.


Only a thread of his chaotic soul remained, refusing to be scattered by the fierce gales between heaven and earth.


A light within the dark, damp depths of the Abyss, which pulled him back into the brightness of the Mortal World.


For many years, he and his sister Lin Yuan were children picked up by the Mountain God Father and brought into the Mountain Realm, and everyone said that the Mountain God Father's affection for Lin Yuan surpassed that for him.


Because Lin Yuan was carefully protected within the Ten Li Lake, far from the conflicts and demonic disturbances of the world.


Chapter 100: Spiritual Power