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 was speechless again. He had never seen anyone who could smile so brilliantly and happily after their defeat, even when they had important sword connections like Sword Heart Clarity and Sword Soul stolen from them.


According to sister Wen, in this world, Sword Heart Clarity is a natural gift born to swordsmen.


Only three people in the Mortal World possessed it.


As for Sword Soul, it is a special type of Spiritual Power for Sword Cultivators, cultivated through mental intent and merging the sword into the soul.


It required a tremendous amount of energy and arduous cultivation to refine one's own sword into a lifebound.


Thus, at some opportune moment of enlightenment, a Lifebound Spirit would be born from the sword, which greatly assists in raising one's Cultivation Realm and even strength.


Looking across the entire world, only the Tianxi Sword Sect truly managed to nurture the Sword Soul successfully.


Chapter 233: Painting North... Cough, Xuan Shui Jun