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 turned back and looked at the young boy walking out from the shadows of the alley, speaking with a complex expression, "I suppose, Si Chen, you have heard about the existence of the You Dynasty."


Baili An's gaze slightly shifted, his expression unchanged as he nodded.


Young Master Meng adjusted his horsetail whisk in his arms to a different direction, Baili An noticed his wrist was trembling slightly.


Young Master Meng said, "That old crow is indeed a product of the You Dynasty, a Yin Crow."


"Yes," Young Master Meng said gravely, "The You Dynasty has countless Yin Crows; they are a type of Yin Pet often kept by Ghost Cultivators. They are very common. However, the Yin Crow we encountered today is somewhat different."


For some reason, his mood began to feel a bit restless.


Chapter 244: Old Friends Have Become Strangers