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

Sikong appeared utterly confused, "No... no... you can actually see it? How is that possible?"


Baili An said, "I can see it, and very clearly at that."


Startled, Sikong took a harsh step back.


Baili An took a deep breath and said, "I'll pull out that sword for you, granting you freedom. In exchange, you'll let the two of us go."


Even as an ancient and magnificent existence among the corpse demons, Sikong managed to quell the thrumming madness within himself in an extraordinarily short time upon hearing such stunning words.


He gracefully lifted both arms, and the bloody rain dispersed under the vast sky.


And the white bone ash drifting in the air, as if fulfilling some sort of mission, fell to the earth like dead ashes.


He smiled decisively, "The contract is established."


Baili An quickly removed his robe, carefully gathered all the bone ashes within, and wrapped them up.


However, Wen Hanwen said, "You mustn't."


Chapter 154: Xing Wu in the Demon World