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

Ghost sneered as he patted the dust off his robe's hem and stood up, his gaze cold and ruthless as he watched her gradually sinking, her struggles weakening.


Deep within his eyes, which were like ice, there seemed to be twisted pleasure and satisfaction.


Just when Ghost was about to conceal his malice and vanish, the candle on the desk beside him silently snapped in two, as if a sharp piece of paper had sliced through it.


An extremely faint Sword Intent, its origin unknown, seemed to arise from all directions.


That was the sound of Sword Intent cutting through space.


That was Ghost executing his mysterious movement technique.


The invisible sword wind twisted the space into numerous small voids. Whenever Ghost turned into a cloud of black mist and vanished on the spot, a streak of Sword Intent would follow closely behind, leaving a shallow sword mark between the floorboards or on the beams.


Chapter 265: Lord Rabbit