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

"But when he died, he was only sixteen years old.


A flip of the hand is like fate's control; life and death turn like a wheel.


Where did he learn to live so sensibly and reliably?


Lin Yuan suddenly grabbed Baili An's sleeve.


Baili An stopped, his dark eyes quietly looking at her, silent.


Lin Yuan looked at the long street behind her, where the shadows of three people, drawn long by the moonlight, walked together. She said, 'Having journeyed through mountains and rivers, cleansing the Mortal World with winter snow, you are now our Mountain Lord and also our family. A lone wolf without dependence may be strong indeed, but in our presence, you don't have to be so cautious and meticulous. Even if you show weakness or make mistakes, no one will blame you.'


Chapter 216: Winter Snow Purifies the Mortal World