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

Fang Geyu cast a dismissive glance at him and said, "Do you really think this young lady would lack such a thing?"


Chai Ye immediately caught the hint and refrained from speaking.


Fang Geyu's gaze lightly swept over the four of them.


"This is the team of Guest Elder cultivators my father has found for me. You're from Tiangge City, aren't you? But isn't that my city?


In the end, it's like wool coming from the sheep's back; how much trust must he have in me to not even provide me with a single Chengling Realm cultivator?"


Look at how important she thinks she is, as if Chengling Realm cultivators were as common as large carrots, her tone genuinely discontent.


In all the world, it would be difficult to find a handful of people who could summon four Sea Expansion Realm cultivators to serve as diligent Guest Elders.


Chai Ye remained humble in his demeanor, showing no sign of dissatisfaction when judged so critically by a teenage girl.


Chapter 182: You Actually Deceived Me