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

"Fellow creature?" Baili An's voice was somewhat cold, "I certainly wouldn't use someone else's body to eat such disgusting things."


A hand, emanating a chilling and bleak aura, suddenly rested on Baili An's shoulder.


Icy, withered, the nails long and tinged with a pale green color.


"It's really surprising. I thought I hid myself very well. How did you see through me when, after all... it wasn't me who did the killing?" Along with the deep voice, a rotten smell spread out.


This stench was reminiscent of a corpse that had been buried deep in the soil for years, its flesh decayed and fluids seeping out.


Baili An might have trouble distinguishing the plethora of flavors in the Mortal World, but he was all too familiar with the scent of yin corpses underground.


At this moment, the face behind him had completely changed, covered with corpse spots and with horrific green eyes in which pale corpse worms occasionally wriggled out.


Chapter 209: Fierce Ghost Kills