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 mark on his wrist grew increasingly scalding.


In this searing pain, Baili An felt a thread of deep-seated hatred.


Finally, the group stopped in front of an ancient, dilapidated house that was rarely visited by people.


The desolate house was surrounded by a chilling desolation, the wind moaning eerily.


The house seemed to swallow the light, its back facing a towering cliff that plunged into the Abyss, overgrown with wild thorns and weeds.


Amidst the chaotic stones, there stood a barren ancient tree before the cliff.


The tree trunk was extremely thick, enough to need more than a dozen people to encircle it, its aged branches gnarled as roots spread across the cliff heavy with oppressive yin energy. It was feared that after absorbing a few more years of such energy, the ancient tree might turn into a Demon.


Old walls of the mansion lay covered in overgrowth, moss trodden into the grassy steps, desolate and cold.


Chapter 262: Adding a Red Thread in the Heart