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

While I was previously fully engaged in the battle with the corpse demon, I could not yet perceive it.


Now, as Fang Geyu pressed his entire body upon me, my heart burned hot as fire, and the sudden transformation of my body caught me off guard.


Like the raging night sea, like the surging of clouds.


Baili An's head was spinning in the moment.


The corpse demon let out a mocking laugh, "I do not know where you learned these poor measures to deal with me, but no matter how sweetly you talk, you cannot deceive your own body. With the drum sound inducing desire, everything will be revealed without escape."


Because only desire truly understands the evil thoughts of the human heart.


With enticement, with induction, it can spread into a disaster, becoming uncontrollable!


And tonight, only by being free of thoughts and intentions was it possible to survive this ordeal.


Chapter 270: Who's Taking Care of You