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

The female corpse let out a dry chuckle, her empty eyes holding a bizarre emotion as her smile suddenly turned sinister, "Yun Shulang, do you know how I died?"


In the border city, the gossip in the alleyways said she had a fit and fell into the water to her death.


But now, seeing the sky-high resentment she harbored, it was clear that the truth was far from simple.


She lifted her wrist, where a glaringly bright Ghost Marriage Seal scarred the flesh, "I was chosen by the Ghost as his ghost bride. That night, I was humiliated in body and spirit, my dignity completely lost! He gouged out my eyes, broke my limbs, the Wedding Wine, the Mandarin duck lamp, the red phoenix wedding tent, heh..."


In the female corpse's blank gaze, blood tears surged with chilling sorrow, "The beautiful night that all mortal women long for, was the night when I met my violent death!"


There were many rumors about the Ghost.


Chapter 269: Difficult to Cross the Mortal World