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

Upon opening her eyes, Wen Hanwei saw the morning light gently illuminating the eyes of the youth under the umbrella, clear and abyss-like, watching her in return.


Wen Hanwei offered a slight smile, "Haven't you slept, watching over me all night?"


"I don't need to sleep," responded Baili An.


"Last night, I heard you introduce yourself to Sikong as 'Si Chen.' Is this your new name?" Wen Hanwei inquired.


Baili An nodded, "It should be the name I use as a corpse demon."


Baili An paused slightly, then smiled bitterly, "So you still don't wish to let me know about my past?"


Wen Hanwei, looking at the tightly wrapped cremains he held, noticed a smear of white corpse ash on his cheek, making him look lonely and pitiful.


It was from last night when the skeleton protected him, his body shattered by a rain of blood, inadvertently staining his face.


Chapter 157: The Infamous Mad Dog