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

On the edge of the extreme lands of the Desert North, a green oasis dotted with sheep and cooking smoke could faintly be seen.


Si Li, in her flowing red robe, resembled a lone flame under the night, making her solitary way atop the desert hills.


Yet beneath her palm, unbeknownst to her, a head had appeared.


Heading south, her destination was Xianling City.


Baili An found no sleep past midnight. Although the vivid voices from last night's dream had completely vanished, their message had deeply embedded itself into his heart.


It felt as if some inexplicable power was urging him to hurry and fulfill this mission.


Despite meditating for most of the night, he could not settle his Divine Sense.


In two days, the procession for the Ghost Bride would arrive at the Yun Family.


During these two days, Baili An stayed within the Yun estate, and his only communication with Fang Geyu was through written letters.


Chapter 257: Yun Family Affairs