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

Above the Tianyao Continent, years of famine were not uncommon, so the Mortal World was always adrift with bands of Starving Ghosts who couldn't be reborn or move on to the next life.


When the resentment of hunger accumulated to a certain extent, these Starving Ghosts would bring chaos to the Mortal World, starting to devour humans.


These particular types of Starving Ghosts, having suffered too much in life and died a horrible death, with deep-seated grudges, could not even be saved by some locally acclaimed highly-cultivated monks.


Therefore, in the Central Netherworld, every year chefs of the departed were sent out, wielding their ladles in the Mortal World, preparing all kinds of delicious foods to help the dead spirits pass on.


While everyone feared the name of the Heroic Spirits of the Central Netherworld, no one took much notice that, year after year, the chefs of the departed truly spared the kingdoms far and wide from many ghostly calamities.


Chapter 228: Possessed by a Ghost