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

There were even powerful, ancient purebred corpse demons that could kill immortals and gods in the blink of an eye.


Compared to demons, perhaps there might be a glimmer of life in the hands of some kind-hearted cultivators.


But the corpse demon... was unquestionably an entity that must be eliminated.


Not to mention receiving such kind treatment from a disciple of the Taixuan Sect.


Although Li Jiujiu had never seen this white-robed, sword-bearing woman before, the name 'Wen Hanwei' was by no means unfamiliar to her.


Taixuan Ninth Classic, the Scripture of the Emotion Slayer Sword, Wen Hanwei!


A rare, pure sword cultivator of the current age, her Sword Cultivation Scripture carried a profound sense of ancient Buddha.


During her years of seclusion, she had successfully transcended her tribulation and broken through a hundred years ago, and then continued to seclude herself for another century, cultivating the Sword Heart Spirit Path.


Chapter 135: Wen... Sister_2