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

Overwhelmed by confusion, Fang Geyu stopped in his tracks, but behind him, the female corpse He Sha suddenly widened her greenish-grey eyes and cried out sharply, "Be careful! He's back!"


A shudder ran through Fang Geyu's heart. Before he could react and determine who the 'he' mentioned by the corpse was, a shadow darker and more terrifying than the darkness itself swept through the gloomy tunnel like a chilling wind, wrapped in sinister yin energy under the faint light.


The ancient dust silently rose from the ground, and a strand of hair brushed across his face, a wicked breath grazing past him like a blade's edge.


Unable to respond, Fang Geyu felt a chill in his chest and looked down.


He saw blood soaking his red clothes, blooming tragically like a fresh red blossom at the center of his chest, with threads of black energy twining around him like venomous threads, stretching behind him into countless wisps of dark aura.


Chapter 279: Feng Qing