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

The sudden change, the unprepared severe injury.


Even though Baili An had long known that this little girl was no longer human, he had always thought that this frail and pitiful little girl was forced to stay by his side.


But he never expected such a change to occur.


Her soft tongue was able to pierce through his corpse demon body in an instant.


Baili An's pupils trembled as he looked down at the crimson tongue that had pierced through his chest.


He was deeply shocked, seeming unable to bear the immense pain. He furrowed his brows tightly and groaned, blood spilling from his mouth.


His body shook fiercely, and he fell to his knees, no longer able to hold onto the old ghost's wrist.


"Cough, cough, cough…" Baili An covered his mouth with one hand, blood spurting as he coughed, terror and despair filling his eyes with a lifeless, ashen hue.


The old ghost on the ground slowly got up, his skin forcibly peeled away, viscous flesh and blood dripping from his body.


Chapter 210: The Body Decays