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

A cool breeze stirred, carrying a slightly sweet stench.


The morning bells of distant mountains rang a few times, and Ancient Mountain, covered with perennial frost and snow, stood desolate with sparse shoals of plum trees under which a garment whiter than snow lightly fell to the base of an ancient tree.


The slender and elegant figure under the tree was as pure as ancient simplicity just like a piece of white snow from the Mortal World, silently falling at some point, drifting solemnly into the vast and cold snow.


Clad in white snow, she sat quietly with her eyes closed, leaning against the ancient tree, her eyelashes frosted as if she were in a deep, peaceful sleep.


A woman with a neck as slender as the thin snow on the branches now stained with a striking crimson.


The thin snow on her shoulder melted into red snow, half-dyeing her white garment red.


She looked like a beautiful red lotus blooming in the snow.


Chapter 166: Go Kill the Demon in Anger