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 air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood.


Baili Pianpian's stomach churned, unsure whether from fear or disgust.


He stared at the man standing at the entrance of the guesthouse, his mind going blank.


In that instant, the Demon Cultivators inside the guesthouse all revealed excited, savage looks, including the seemingly amiable old innkeeper, whose fake smile soon disappeared, replaced by genuine respect and devotion.


With the old man's call, everyone in the guesthouse stood up, none daring to remain seated any longer.


The ordinary-looking middle-aged man gestured with his hand, his smiling face becoming serious as he said, "In front of our supreme leader, Qi Ren has no right to be addressed as 'my lord' by any of you."


The old man's face showed shock as he looked at the girl on the horse, as if understanding something.


His aged and withered face flushed with excitement, and he was about to kneel and worship.


Chapter 255: The Darkness from the South