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

After adapting to that kind of fear, Baili An even became accustomed to the icy, numbing intent to kill flowing through every corner of his body.


Because his icy blood was boiling due to that killing intent.


The man's gaze finally showed a hint of change, marked by hesitation, pursuit, and deep confusion.


These complicated emotions interwoven together, so he did not rush to make a move.


He watched as Baili An stepped through the dark mist, up the steps of the long hall, and finally came to stand before him.


It was a distance that no one had been able to cross for a thousand years.


Being as lofty as he was, this was also the first time he allowed such a weak creature to walk so presumptuously before him.


The man's gaze showed a change of distance, his standing form slightly trembling, not out of fear, for no giant dragon would feel awe or fear toward an ant.


Rather, he saw something different yet familiar in this ant.


"You…" a syllable came from his mouth.


Chapter 149: A Flaw