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

Everywhere light had been spreading across the sky was now fleeing from him, plunging Baili An's world into abrupt darkness.


Outside the window, in the courtyard, the old tree had unknowingly bloomed.


Nighttime brought the language of flowers, the apricot blossoms rustled, their shadows dancing.


The female corpse sat hanging from the beams under the red silk, her dull, lusterless eyes gazing into the void.


Baili An's gaze was somewhat vacant, his pitch-black eyes like two deep whirlpools of dreams, as if his consciousness was mired in chaos, unaware of his place in the here and now.


Inside his eternally still heart, a Corpse Pearl had ignited, smoldering in his chest, emitting a fierce yet dying light.


At his ear, one moment he saw confusing illusions of the sword tower, and the next, Fang Geyu's tear-streaked face with closed eyes, symbolizing helpless defeat.


Chapter 268: What is it that moves?