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

Xianling City, with its elegant mountainous beauty and the colorful bustle of Fan City, never lost the charm of the Mountain Spirit, with deep and enduring love stretching across the countryside.


One could hear the beating of drums and see drunken singing and dancing inside tall buildings.


Lin Yuan had just learned to walk, and was wearing overlarge boots given to her by Baili An, with the snowy ground being slippery, she could barely keep her balance.


Baili An suggested he should carry her, but Lin Yuan, blushing, refused.


The long streets and short alleys were filled with mortal pedestrians.


It would have been no issue for him to carry her in the mountains, but now, with the crowd like a sea, she was unwilling.


Besides, having just arrived in the cities of the Mortal World, what would be the point if she could not experience the ancient roads on her own two legs?


She wanted to walk freely and swiftly, like any normal person.


Chapter 205: The Scenery in the City is Good