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 moon rose in the northwest, clouds hidden in the southeast.


Scattered winds and snow still returned to the cold banks.


The air was filled with the fragrance of frost. Flowers bloomed in one hall, the cold spring was serene, and the light, Bai Mo-like pear blossoms fluttered down, covering the pond with frost.


The woman clad in a snow-white fox fur coat sat by the pond, holding a scroll of the Nanhua Scripture. Her fingers were slender and long, her translucent fingertips revealing a cold, bright whiteness that even the heavy snow could not hide.


The snowy hem of her dress was gathered at her knees, revealing a pair of slender and delicate legs, moistened in the cold spring covered by petals.


Qingshui was preparing tea for her and seemed helplessly to sigh, "My lady, Xiao Shan Jun has disappeared from the palace again. Should we send Qing Xuan to find her?"


Chapter 287: My Junjun Has Grown Up