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 heavens were clear, and under the nascent sunlight, a faint amber glow refracted.


The light converged into an astonishing Sword Intent, faint yet inherently carrying a sliver of ancient Buddha's true meaning, silently plunging into the earth and then a sharp, hissing sound cleaved a terrifyingly deep ravine into the wilderness.


Light dust erupted, and the Sword Intent's movement didn't cease, sweeping lightly past beneath the soft boots of Su Jing.


The Karma Fire Red Lotus, which even the Nine Nethers could not extinguish, was sliced and extinguished into tiny sparks by this single sword stroke.


The somber hue between heaven and earth was cleansed away by the westward thrust of the sword, revealing a clear and brilliant sky.


A woman in white arrived riding a sword, like a Heavenly Immortal descending to earth, her sword beneath her feet trembling out a dazzling Star River.


Chapter 132: The Unreasonable Woman