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

Lying on his chest with a pair of bright red, round eyes, it stared unwaveringly down at Baili An, not blinking once.


The little paws clutched a carrot that it silently raised, holding it to Baili An's lips as if wielding a sword.


The icy gaze seemed to say, "Are you sure you want to throw me out again?"


That expression was cold and resentful, yet somehow indescribably wronged, annoyingly causing the tuft of tail perched on its rump to tremble with agitation.


Baili An thought to himself that the little rabbit was having a tantrum and needed to be coaxed.


With a crunch, he bit off a piece of the carrot.


At this moment, he didn't reveal his tusks, nor was he worried about spreading Corpse Poison.


He brought the bitten-off carrot to the rabbit's three-part lips, "I won't throw you, I didn't mean to do it just now."


Chapter 183: The Awakening of the Giant Spirit