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

Baili An felt that such a fine sword should not be sullied by such foul, thick blood.


Had she not struck too hastily, drawing her sword directly and sweeping with Sword Qi, it would not have been tainted by even a speck of filthy blood.


"I was careless; I did not expect to encounter a 'Candle-Eye Ghost' in Chaotic Netherworld Valley," she mused.


Wen Hanwei collected her not-so-disheveled blue-black tresses, moving toward Baili An while retrieving a clean handkerchief from her sleeve.


The Candle-Eye Ghost was a type of Evil Spirit of the Ghost Path, nurtured by the Demon Sect during its heyday a thousand years ago.


By means of brutal torture, they would peel away the Spiritual Power from the mortal Cultivators and refine it into resentful power, solidifying it within an eye, then forging it into a Candle-Eye Ghost with a combination of Astral Wind and Karma Fire.


Chapter 139: Better to Die than to Be Silent