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 Pianpian, who was skillfully spinning the Vajra Pestle on his fingertips twitched his lips almost imperceptibly. He cleared his throat and said, "Indeed, I am Baili Pianpian."


He tapped the Vajra Pestle on the desk gently, eliciting a dull, heavy sound.


Beneath the old man's increasingly profound gaze, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I have heard that in this unnamed town in your kingdom, there exists an unnamed guesthouse, and in its backyard, there is a well without water, containing only the Red Flame Quicksand that is extremely rare in the desert. Today, I wonder if I might take a look."


The wind and sand on the streets wept and complained, casting a layer of murky yellow over the bright sky.


Inside the guesthouse, it was extremely quiet.


The old man remained silent for a long time.


The youth was very patient, slowly picking at the blue talisman paper on the Vajra Pestle.


Chapter 254: Buried Bones in a Foreign Land