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 ghost language attacked indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe, which suddenly brought back those terrifying experiences to He Sha, the female corpse, enlarging the shadows that lingered in her soul.


Her face, which had always been filled with cold, disdainful hatred, suddenly let out a piercing scream.


In her gray, vacant eyes, there was only despair.


Even Baili Xianxian, who had kept her distance and had been intentionally ignored by everyone else, couldn't help but turn pale, with cold sweat streaming down her body, as fear uncontrollably flooded her heart, sending chills through her body.


This was not just simple fear, for Baili Xianxian was acutely aware that Ghost, being a ghost of strong backbone, never exaggerated his cruel threats.


In fact, he was often capable of committing acts of cruelty that were beyond description.


Chapter 281: A Sword