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 corpse demon's smile at the corner of her mouth tightened, her black fingers stroking the drumhead with such force that she almost seemed intent on destroying it with her own hands. Yet, her eyes calmed down as if, in this cold world, she had finally encountered an interesting and amusing pair.  


"Little girl, this drum harbors far too many dark and ugly stories. This is the first time I've seen, when capturing souls and controlling spirits, someone repeatedly uttering a name. What I saw were people lost under the control of the drum sound, indulging in nothing but expression, unable to discern whether the person beneath them was loved or hated. Yet, he changed his tune at the very last minute."  


Fang Geyu's heart suddenly tightened, and the sword that had been quiet in her hand trembled slightly.  


Chapter 278: There Must Be a Demon Living in His Heart