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 silently observed the unconscious Baili An lying on the couch, furrowing her brow before suddenly reaching out to touch the small silver sword.


Lin Guiyuan, who had been squatting motionless by the bed like a puppet, suddenly grabbed her wrist.


Lin Guiyuan's eyes, dead grey, stiffly shifted. "This sword is Life-slaying. Dangerous! Do not touch it haphazardly."


Fang Geyu said, "It's been a night, and he has not woken up."


Lin Guiyuan fell silent for a moment, then took her hand and placed it on Baili An's abdomen.


His voice was ragged and hoarse, "Last night, the Corpse Pearl hid the falling object, which is why the city troops couldn't detect the item inside. That shard was fake, containing a blazing poison, the young master's Corpse Pearl has been mostly corroded by the blaze. Right now, only the power of the River of Blood can save him."


Even through a layer of bandages stained with blood, she could feel his icy body temperature.


Chapter 201: Immortal Blood