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

The dark shadow holding the little rabbit twisted and dissipated with a guttural sound, and soon a huge monster's corpse appeared on the ground.


Baili An looked at the corpse on the ground, feeling his arms sore and unbearable.


This sword had almost drained all his potential; from drawing blood when the sword was unsheathed, to changing the sword movement to pierce the earth and slaying the monster, the whole process took less than a moment.


Because Baili An clearly felt that the monster's strength was above his own, to win, he could only kill it in one strike, achieving victory with speed, leaving it with no chance to react.


The little rabbit on the ground, whether due to being scared out of its wits from a near-death experience or tainted by that filthy air, was now limp, lying on the ground with drooping ears, utterly listless.


Suddenly, Baili An felt a biting ice-cold pain on his cheeks and body, as if countless needles were pricking him.


Chapter 143: Afu Tu