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 hurricane, like a dragon, burst into flames as soon as it was touched by the sun above, and the yellow sand rolled tumultuously!


As she pointed the tip of her sword towards the man's brow from a distance, the force was no longer gentle. The wild hurricane wrapped in sandfire surged with tremor-inducing destructive power towards the man.


In response to that overwhelmingly powerful strike, the man simply yawned lazily and raised his hand to grasp the flames and the hurricane.


His wide sleeves billowed with the wind, and with a forceful squeeze of his hand, whether it was the yellow sand, the hurricane, or the flames, all shattered apart.


He blinked lightly, a sneer on his face as if looking down at the ants of the mortal world, "You, such a petty creature, are not worthy to know my name. Since you refuse the honor I've bestowed upon you, then take your wretched name and turn to dust beneath my feet."


Chapter 147: 3 Faces