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

Seeing this scene, Ye Lian couldn't help but sigh.


"The Young Sect Master has been too murderous these past few days. Being trapped in this confined space and cultivating a calm heart is not necessarily a bad thing.


The young girl from Lihe Sect is also severely injured. Li Xuan is quite old, and it was not easy to have a child at his age. He has been managing the Lihe Sect carefully and arduously for so many years. Why must the Young Master insist on completely annihilating them?"


A breeze rustled the leaves into whisper.


The full might of the Thousand Mechanisms Mace was limited to targeting only the woman within the formation, unable to block the cold wind from the outside.


The night wind gently moved her snow-white dress, exposing her straight, slender legs intermittently through the fabric, sketching out a remarkably aesthetic curve.


She slowly lowered her arms, gazing at the night sky with a calm voice, "Seven more days."


Chapter 125: Day 10