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

Numerous bright green threads intertwined and slowly converged into the sword wound on Baili An's chest.


The Merit Power of Spiritual Power was as pure as water, gentle as it streamed into the withered and lifeless meridians within his body, like a babbling brook, moisturizing and penetrating his flesh.


Although the storage capacity of the Wish Pearl for Merit Power was extremely limited,


Baili An could clearly perceive that the Spiritual Power, once purified through the pearl and turned into Merit Power, held a unique force and aura that lingered in his body,


Allowing the Blood River of the Abyss to be peaceful and serene, without causing any ripples.


Undergoing cultivation through the pearl for the second time, Baili An found it incredibly astonishing.


Who could have predicted that the power of the Mohe, which even the heavens and earth feared, could be temporarily suppressed by a mere Wish Pearl?


Chapter 249: I Am Not a Ghost