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

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became heavy.


Ye Lian stayed quiet for a moment, then continued, "Although it's not happy news, it should be this way. If not for the power of Six Rivers, who in the world today could have injured you, Jiachen, to this extent?"


Jiachen's expression darkened slightly, "Although there was some carelessness this time, I must admit that the new generation of Six Rivers power awakening in secret now is far superior to that of a thousand years ago."


Ye Lian said, "To maintain and enhance the power of the Six Rivers to the extent of seriously injuring Taixuan Nine Classics, there is only one possibility."


"The Demon World has established a new King." Su Jing slowly opened her eyes, her long gaze reflecting the frost and snow, calmly uttering the terrifying statement that could shake the Six Realms.


Chapter 167: Bone Demon Butterfly