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

Clearly, Wen Hanwei had no intention of fussing over the fact that he had pulled at her clothes, a gesture which could be seen as frivolous. Instead, she looked at him earnestly and asked, "Where do you plan to go next? To the Lihe Sect?"


Baili An continued nodding, responding, "Yes, the mountain gate of the Lihe Sect seems to have sustained serious damage, and it seems that Jiujiu's father has also suffered very severe injuries. Now that I have ended up in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, she must be very worried. I need to return first to report that I am safe."


Wen Hanwei straightened out her clothes, her expression somewhat complex as she said, "But I hope you will not have too many expectations for the Lihe Sect."


Baili An was startled and found himself at a loss for rebuttal.


In this world where the Immortal Path flourishes, all evil creatures and those who follow the Ghost Path have a hard time existing under the sun.


Chapter 161: The Little Corpse Demon Who Must Not Be Attacked