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

The ancient bell subdued her, devoid of any intent to kill, merely confining her on the spot.


Su Jing, clad in white, fluttered like an immortal descending amidst wind and snow.


Confronting the gigantic bell that could crush a mountain, her slender eyes narrowed into a sharp line, cold as a sword.


Her elegant and cool palm seemed to casually slap out. Immediately, the old man and the bell were sent flying backward by the dull tolling sound, crashing viciously into the mountain's stone face, creating a massive indent.


The elderly man was pressed firmly into the wall by the enormous bell, his white hair splayed out, continuously spitting blood, his whole aura in disarray like scattered fluff.


Despair filled the depths of his eyes. He had anticipated that Su Jing was formidable, but he never imagined she would be strong enough that he couldn't even withstand a single palm strike.


Chapter 134: So It's a Corpse Demon