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

"Cough cough!!!" Baili An coughed as if his heart was being ripped apart, his face so pale it was nearly transparent, and the blood around his lips was red enough to hurt one's eyes, making Lin Yuan's heart leap in fear, her palms trembling severely.


Her trembling hands were suddenly covered by a pair of ice-cold ones.


Baili An tightly gripped her hand, choking on his coughs, constantly vomiting, unable to utter a single word.


Lin Yuan also gripped his hand tightly. Through the trembling and convulsing of their palms, she could deeply and clearly feel the pain he was enduring at this moment.


Outside the window, the night-watchman's calls startled the night sky, and the scent of fresh blood spread through the air.


The warmth in Lin Yuan's palm was so comforting; it seemed that by clinging to this last bit of warmth from the Mortal World, he would not fall back into the Netherworld again.


Fang Geyu remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together, her face devoid of any color.


Chapter 197: Can We Still Salvage It?