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

Baili An's head, under the astonished and stunned gazes of the crowd, solidly knocked against the boundary marker.


Logically speaking, with his corpse demon body, he shouldn't have been so fragile, but this was an object of the Immortals, clearly extraordinary.


Just moments ago, Fang Geyu, full of vigor and ready to stride grandly into the city, now sported a foul expression.


Indeed, he even emitted a hint of killing intent.


Ming Yuanji, having his cheek slapped by a junior, was initially stunned, then his gaze gradually darkened. He raised his head and looked at Fang Geyu, lowering his voice, "Is the Third Miss blaming her subordinate?"


"The blood of those not descendants of Immortals, who touch the boundary marker, will inevitably be pursued to death by the giant warriors guarding the city; you are challenging me by touching my people right in front of me," Fang Geyu coldly said.


Chapter 185: Kind of Embarrassed