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 silver sword, which had always been unrivaled, pierced through the body of Ghost like light through fog, stirring up a puff of black breath and embedding itself deeply into the wall without causing any damage to his true essence.


The sword turned out to be ineffective against such Yin ghost beings!


Though Baili An was surprised, he did not lose his composure.


In the world, there are natural counterbalances; it is impossible for an absolutely invincible weapon to exist.


It would be rather laughable to pin the outcome of a battle on an unknown sword.


The corners of Ghost's mouth curled up in a scornful smile. "Are you trying to tickle me? Kid," his lethal moves continued unabated. Under his command, whether it be one person or a pile of two, it made little difference.


The cyan dust swirling on the ground suddenly froze into a still image, then scattered in terror in an instant.


The sound of splitting the air was intense!


Chapter 283: Ghost Artifact