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

Su Jing slowly raised a hand, palm cradling a Fire Lotus that bloomed with nine petals. She spoke clearly, "In this world, there are not so many reasons to be had."


As the Fire Lotus fell from her palm, it surged upon meeting the wind, growing even quicker than it fell.


In an instant, fiery light painted the sky, covering mountains far and wide, with their silhouettes flickering amidst the overwhelming blaze like ethereal beauties in fire.


Wen Hanwei's complexion drastically changed, "You're insane! To use the Red Lotus Karma Fire, do you want to burn down the entire Lihe Sect?"


Su Jing smiled coldly, a twin blaze rising in her eyes, thin lips slightly parting beneath her mask, "Rest assured, today I only seek one life."


The massive Fire Lotus seemed to devour all living beings within the mountain, the terrifying pressure causing the air to explode fiercely.


Chapter 133: Startling Encirclement