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

As the electric flash surged intensely, myriad mysterious auras wrapped around it, shifting instantaneously.  


Even Li Xuan, with his keen, experienced eyes, could not make out what it was in the instant he looked over.  


All he saw was the thing wrapped in the electric flash, like an arrow of a shooting star, slamming directly beneath the haughty elite disciple.  


Wei Chiyou's screams pierced the night sky, as he toppled heavily from his followers, clutching the torn flesh between his legs, snot and tears flowing, blood soaking the area below him, sending a chill through the other disciples in the palace, their scalps tingling with dread.  


Wei Chiyou bit down hard on his cheeks, the excruciating pain bringing him to the brink of despair, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred, "Ahhh! You dare to cripple me! Whoever you are! I swear with the three thousand disciples of Gushan, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth until you are dead!!!"  


Chapter 128: A Car Comes from the North, Drenched in Blood