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

This thought was like a brand born with him, as if a long, long time ago, he had never slacked or delayed even in the slightest.


He took out the Autumnwater Sword from the Black Jade, relying on the battle memories of this period to begin his sword dance.


The swordsmanship he danced was the very Taixuan Sect Sword technique that had once astonished Wen Yu, the "Burn River Sword Technique."


The longsword sang, its blade as cold as autumn water. Baili An's dance movements combined strength and softness, yet the sword winds he created were thick and fiery.


The sword flowers he wielded carried the might of flame and lightning, and when he finished, they looked like a flame dragon returning to shore, truly carrying the imposing momentum of a river-shaking gust.


Although Fang Geyu felt extremely sleepy after the night, the warm and full feeling in her stomach made her forget her drowsiness for the moment. She leaned back lazily on a vine bed, watching him dance with the sword.


Chapter 123: Jiujiu is in Trouble