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

Fang Geyu felt a severe pressure in her chest as if an inextinguishable rage had risen and deprived her of all rationality.


How can you so easily stir emotions and be so immodest towards me, Miss Fang!


Fang Geyu would never admit that the person who had just acted shamelessly was her.


Suppressing the daunting shame in her heart, she displayed an icy disdainful expression.


Suddenly, the hand that had been pushed away was brought back with a somewhat tense force, causing her slight displeasure.


Because the eyes of the little corpse demon before her turned red and were glowing.


Fang Geyu's breathing suddenly became constricted.


The cold wind swept through the house, causing the bright lamplight to tremble slightly.


The light filled the room, and from a great distance, it seemed to set the young corpse demon's bloody pupils ablaze like fire.


Chapter 272: Hiding the Extremely Ferocious You