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

He calmly pondered for a moment, but the throbbing pain in his meridians returned, yet he still refrained from releasing that immense blood energy.


It wasn't that he was greedy and didn't know how to make choices, but he felt that he should have a way to refine this power of fresh blood.


Baili An took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes dark as night rapidly faded, replaced by a bizarre scarlet hue.


His own dark blood power surged out through the Corpse Pearl, revealing a clear bloodline contour just above his abdomen, like a blood spider lighting up a dark node in his heart.


The human body contains Five Elements, and within it are thirty-six cultivation nodes. Ordinary mortals can only ignite the first node at the heart to store Spiritual Power and hence embark on the Path of Practice.


The remaining thirty-five cultivation nodes depend on one's cultivation talent and innate Talent; more ignitable nodes signify better cultivation Talent.


Chapter 141: The Heart is Beating