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

A red gemstone, dangling between the lobes of her left ear, flickered with a faint light.


Her dark pupils shrank and expanded with nervousness.


Her voice remained calm, devoid of any tremor, but as she looked at the figures moving outside the carriage, a sense of powerless despair rose within her.


If it had been someone else, she could have somehow bluffed her way through.


But outside the carriage now was Lan Youdie, the narrow-minded woman who, catching even a minor fault, would relentlessly stomp her to death.


Now that she had caught her in such a compromising position, how could she not seize the opportunity to send her straight to the Netherworld?


With the secret treasure on her person, once the curtain was drawn, there would be no escape, nowhere to run!


In Xianling City, to meddle with the Emperor's belongings— even when her mother was alive, she would not have been able to save her!


Chapter 192: Dilemma