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

Hanwei had seen Baili An cry blood tears over a skeleton, indicating that the name "Xing Wu" had indelibly marked his heart.


Hiding things now would only lead him to investigate wildly based on that ring; better to explain everything and let him settle down with his own plans.


The legends and deeds related to Xing Wu of the Demon Prison were numerous, but she chose only the most crucial points to discuss.


Baili An listened, deeply moved by the audacity, ruthlessness, and madness of Xing Wu's actions.


Daring to assassinate the legendary World Sword Master while just in the Crossing Calamity Realm.


In each major realm, there are ten minor realms, and in the Seeking Tao Realm, being stronger by one minor realm could ensure absolute victory.


The gap between three major realms couldn't simply be bridged by suffering severe injuries.


Baili An believed, even without the protection of the Thirteen Swords, it was impossible for Xing Wu to successfully assassinate Sword Master Yu.


Chapter 158: Want to eat me? (Giving out candy, asking for subscriptions, duck)