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

Lin Guiyuan gazed greedily, "Osmanthus cake, sweet."


Unfortunately, he couldn't eat it; he could only look.


His corpse was stiff, having lost the ability to consume food, let alone swallow, even chewing food was difficult.


Baili An retrieved the small sword from between his clothes and carefully stored it in the jade created from clear water.


Lin Yuan was still not at ease and pulled aside his inner clothing to carefully examine the wound at his heart.


He discovered that although the sword mark was fresh red, it had healed, leaving no cracked wound.


At this moment, he finally put down the heavy stone in his heart and couldn't help but ask another very important question, "Si Chen, is that long Blood River now inside your body?"


Baili An nodded and said, "I think it should be safer to keep it in my body than in the sword. Now that the Blood River has recognized me as its master, as long as I am alive, no one can take this Mohe."


Chapter 203: Yu River