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

Ying Xiu's face was stern as he glanced at the Ghost who remained unharmed under the ghost artifact. His heart grew heavier, and his voice a bit urgent, "Hongying, have you found what I asked for?"


The Heroic Spirit he addressed as Hongying belonged to the ghostly kind, yet having entered the Central Netherworld and having been baptized by the Vermilion Bird's holy fire, she was entirely unlike the resentful spirits of this place, with their rage reaching the heavens.


She stood silently amidst the deep night, elegant in stature, exuding the aura of a heroine, likely the daughter of a military family in life.


Chapter 292: Different Paths