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

Fang Geyu let Baili Xianxian's Qi within her body burst, shattering her meridians.


The blood-stained scabbard, after piercing through Baili Xianxian's arm, didn't hesitate or pause for a moment, still moving at an unabated speed, like an arrow shot straight and true, gently pointing toward Ghost's heart.


At the tip of the scabbard, fresh blood was still flowing, and white traces of airflow lingered in the air around.


Not yet touching Ghost's body, the airflow clinging to the front end of the scabbard formed a tiny vortex, pressing a small crease into the wide and loose black robe.


At this moment, the blue gemstone at the sword hilt made a cracking sound.


Fang Geyu's gaze grew even colder and more ruthless, with a hint of cruelty that wasn't usually seen in her eyes.


At this time, no one noticed that beneath the gemstone, deep as the Nether Sea, there appeared a vertical golden pupil, opening into a sharp sliver.


Chapter 282: Xiao Jian's Defeat