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

He yawned and said, "You young people are so energetic. You were still bustling about late last night, but the old ghost you sent in has had his identity verified today. Indeed, he is Zhou Ruyan. We sent him off to Ghost Mountain for suppression early this morning. You've done well."


He carelessly handed the Qiankun Bag in his hand to her and then waved dismissively, his expression already showing impatience, "Take your things and leave. I, the old man, have other matters to attend to."


Lan Youdie didn't open the Qiankun Bag to check because she knew without looking that it must contain precious cultivation Spirit Stones.


Not to mention anything else, just this tiny Qiankun Bag was an item of inestimable value.


However, she was no ordinary mortal. She was the daughter of the Wandao Immortal Alliance Hierarch. To her, a Qiankun Bag was indeed nothing rare.


Chapter 217: Imperial Order