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

Meng Zifei's entire body was freezing, and suddenly he lost all feeling.


A genuine sense of death descended upon him, and his heart felt shrouded in an indescribable, massive shadow. Half of his body was numbed, his soul seemed to have already seen the River of Oblivion.


He was sweating profusely, a bone-chilling cold crept up his marrow, he opened his mouth but could not form a single word.


Baili An hurriedly said, "Spit it out, spit it out, you can't eat that."


Afu Tu reluctantly regurgitated Meng Zifei's shadow, and the oppressive feeling of that deathly shadow slowly receded.


The usually composed and graceful Meng Zifei fell butt-first into the snow, pale-faced, pointing at the white rabbit, "A-a-a-a-a-ah... Afu Tu!"


Chen Xiaolan was puzzled, not understanding why her normally proud master was scared like this by a rabbit.


Chapter 243: Cold Crow in the Old Alley