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

Baili An's brows furrowed slightly, but he obediently spread out his palm.


Qing Xuan placed the snowy white fluff she held in the center of his palm and said, "Immortal Tears have always been shrouded in mystery, yet even the Empress has been unable to unravel their secrets, so naturally, nobody else in this world could ever understand their dreamy tears.


The Immortal Tears that cannot be deciphered, just like an ordinary accessory, are completely useless. If we talk about real value, this piece of Immortal Tears isn't even as important as a Spirit Stone from the treasury of the Inner City. You..."


Her fingers had not yet left Baili An's palm, her words midway through when a slight coolness at her fingertips interrupted her speech.


Qing Xuan knitted her brows and looked at her long fingers being grasped by the boy.


A killing intent started to condense between her eyebrows.


Chapter 222: Who Says Those Raised by the Empress Can't Be Eaten