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

A shocking statement startled Baili An so much that his breath caught, sending both him and Fang Geyu flying out along with the coffin lid.


Tumbling through the underground tunnel like rolling melons, the two were covered in dust, their appearances completely disheveled.


Baili An fell and sat on the ground, his cheeks smeared with bloodstains and gray dust, holding the coffin board defensively across his chest, shaking his head desperately to indicate refusal.


Fang Geyu, dizzy from the fall, had no time to stand up before the two Horned Ghosts, controlled by the drum sound, continued their relentless charge.


The thunderous footsteps resembled lightning striking the earth, and in the narrow subterranean passage, dust and small rocks continually fell from the ceiling.


Without hesitation, Baili An stepped protectively in front of Fang Geyu, planting the Vermilion Bird coffin upright into the ground.


Chapter 286: The Demonic Insect from Beneath the Earth