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

At that moment, Ji Ting's eyes were vacant as he stood to one side, exhibiting a hollow demeanor reminiscent of a walking corpse.


However, his heart was beating. His soul was anchored in its shell, breathing long and steady, clearly alive.


It was just unknown why, as if something had taken control of his soul.


Baili An's thoughts raced, he thought to himself that though Ji Ting's condition was exceedingly strange, his life was not in danger.


If the Ji siblings had both disappeared, could it mean that the second miss of the Ji family was also still alive?


The deserted house concealed corpses, and Ghosts reigned as kings.


In this haunted house filled with the dead, why was the life of the Ji family spared?


Baili An could not help but take a few more glances at Ji Ting, restraining himself calmly without calling out.


In the deserted house, malevolent energy far outweighed Spiritual Energy. The place where Ghost resided was extremely yin and evil.


263: Woman in Red Dead Body