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's blindly gray eyes stared ahead into the darkness, where Fang Geyu was squatting right in front of her. With a somewhat helpless tone, she said, "You and him are both good people; I don't want to harm you."


This female corpse was very strange, obviously full of unresolved resentment, and had just appeared as a fierce ghost seeking lives. However, once she recognized the other person was not Tao Ziyang, she gradually showed a softer and gentler side.


Of course, the real reason she showed her true nature was due to Fang Geyu's tender act of cleansing her body.


Fang Geyu said disdainfully, "You think you can harm this young lady?"


The female corpse's voice was tinged with apology, "It seems that the young master who was taken here by the ghost soldiers is not Yun Shulang either. You two are Cultivators from the city, here to capture Ghost. But it was I who controlled you with the drum sound to do things against your will..."


Chapter 277: Well Water Does Not Offend the Divine Water