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

Until just now, when Baili An ignored his own dark aura and walked up to him, he had thought for a moment that his bloodline was even stronger than his.


But when he saw the node of Spiritual Power at Baili An's chest, he completely lost hope.


However, now, with the cold blood spraying out from behind and his heartbeat stopped, that was undoubtedly the aura of a corpse demon!


Baili An was severely injured; that sword strike had blasted away his right hand along with a good portion of his torso, shattering four of his ribs.


Yet the hand holding the sword remained steady. "By observing, I achieved it."


"During the battle with Sister Wen just now, you didn't care about the life and death of those demons. However, among those demons, only the corpse demons did not perish. They weren't even as strong as some of the demons, yet they survived, while the rest turned to dust. So... why is that?"


Chapter 150: You Are One of a Kind in the World