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 muttered a sound and continued to follow her forward.


Wen Hanwei hadn't yet crossed the threshold when suddenly her figure slightly changed; she quietly lowered her head and crouched down.


Before them, at the gate of the hall, lay a corpse, only half-buried.


No, to say it was half-buried might be inappropriate, because it seemed that the gales of time had swept away the yellow dust and sand, exposing half of the corpse.


To Baili An's surprise, the skeleton was not that of a Demon; its form was that of a human.


In such a place, within the pitch-black ancient city of Chaotic Netherworld Valley, lay buried a human skeleton.


It wasn't just abrupt but also utterly baffling.


The flesh of the skeleton had decayed, but beneath the skeletal skull lay a dried heart, pierced by a blade, obviously a fatal wound.


Chapter 146: Her Situation