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

The girl glanced sideways at Qi Ren, golden flames flickering and surging in her eye sockets, as the entire inn began to burn. The intense fire cast a harsh, merciless expression across her face.


She spoke slowly, "This is a matter for our Demon Clan."


The people inside the inn scattered in panic, everyone running for their lives.


But for those who failed to escape in time, just a brushing touch of the flames on their clothes instantly consumed them into charred skeletons, screaming and wailing among the raging fire.


Baili Pianpian, holding the Vajra Pestle, dodged the golden fire, tumbling and crawling out of the inn, hiding behind a wind-sheltered dune in the distance, his soul still trembling in shock!


Si Li had risen to her feet at some unknown moment, and the Snow Lion let out a fierce roar, its fur on its ribs being whipped up by the wind, revealing the dark cloud patterns beneath its skin.


Chapter 256: The Head of Mohe