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

Wen Hanwei's eyes were still bright, but no longer as calm and tranquil as before.


Her lips were stained with startling fresh blood, as she suddenly grasped Baili An's arm and shook her head at him, "It's useless, this person possesses a power that makes the entire Mortal World tremble in fear. I am not his match, even if all the Taixuan Nine Classics were gathered here for this battle, I am sure we cannot defeat him."


Wen Hanwei spoke in a calm yet certain tone, "This way won't work, today, we will all die."


The man oh-ed meaningfully, "Is it one of the Taixuan Nine Classics?"


A rampant smile appeared on his face, as if out of boredom, he toyed with his fingers, "I have broken swords, burned scriptures, and destroyed temples, barely a few thousand years have passed, yet a new set of the Taixuan Nine Classics has been assembled.


Chapter 148: Your Name