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

Wasn't it just removing two Evil Spirits near the Gate and suffering severe injuries?


Could it be that she's the descendant of a Great Demon?


If that's true, then it needs to be carefully considered…


Wei Chiyou's eyes flickered uncertainly, yet he couldn't let go of that beauty, as lovely as a flower, struggling in his heart.


For a beauty, to get into so much trouble, is it really worth it?


Yet, Li Xuan didn't even give him time to struggle.


He said despondently, "I guess you've also heard, dear nephew, this time my daughter was willful and ignorant of her actions, offended Su Jing of Taixuan Sect, who even vowed to come up the mountain and kill her within ten days…


Chapter 127: Nine Scriptures Generate Karma Fire