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 lazily yawned, her freshly brushed teeth gave her a cute appearance, but her posture was indolent...


A pair of exquisite little white boots lay carelessly at her feet, with no socks worn, revealing her slim and pale ankles at will.


The expensive nightgown she wore had long been wrinkled from sleep, her hair was yet to be combed, messy and fluffy, which made her small face appear even more delicate and charming.


She resembled less the daughter of an Immortal and more a slovenly yet beautiful doll.


It was clear at a glance that she was a young lady with poor life skills, actually a good-for-nothing when it came to dressing herself properly.


"Hey, you're quite rude, what's with that look?" Fang Geyu said, displeased.


"Ah, no, I'm just surprised to hear for the first time that you're an Immortal Descendant."


"Your expression looks less like surprise and more like doubt."


Chapter 179: Immortal Tears