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

After all, the Mecha puppet she currently had in Shifang City could only be considered lower class.


In her Qiankun Bag, there were powerful Mechanical Puppets capable of contending with those in Sea Expansion Realm and even Chengling Realm.


Baili An also pretentiously patted the tin sheet beside him.


The moment his palm touched it, the Spirit Stone sealed beneath the metal chest was instantaneously attracted by the power of his palm, and the thousands of runes embedded in the Spirit Stone started to slither like spirit snakes.


The Mecha's eyes, small as beans, clicked to life, revealing a faint glow of Spiritual Power.


Then it started its weighty advance, standing face to face with the opposing Mecha radiating a golden, luxurious glow.


Watching the distinctly inferior and superior gigantic shadows, Jin Sheng sighed deeply, squatting on the ground with his sword and thinking this young fool was indeed foolish.


Chapter 114: Things that fall on the ground cannot be eaten