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

In her life, she had endured hardship, tasted the fickleness of human nature, lived without love—any brief tenderness she received was but a false and pretty illusion, a mere reflection of the moon in water.


Yet, precisely because of this, the female corpse was especially sensitive to kindness and gentleness.


Like a small animal frozen for too long, numb to the biting cold, a touch of something warm was enough to make her keenly aware, to tell whether this warmth was real or fake.


Just then, Baili An's unconscious companion, Fang Geyu, suddenly made a noise in his sleep, instantly pulling the female corpse from her reverie into the ice-cold reality.


The bewilderment in the female corpse's eyes gradually vanished.


She seemed to recognize who was lying beside Baili An at this moment, and couldn't help but to curl her lips into a mocking smile.


Strangely, when faced with 'Yun Shulang', the female corpse, He Sha, showed indifference and scorn.


Chapter 267: A Lonely Cold Dream