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

Ji Ting felt a sourness at the tip of his nose and slowly let down the lapel of his garment, "I also don't know if I am considered dead or alive right now. The Ghost General casually discarded me while I was still not fully dead.


Perhaps my deep obsession and concern for my younger sister resonated with an inexplicable power inside the derelict house. That power was cold and eerie, flooding into my heart's wound; unexpectedly, it allowed me to survive in this neither human nor ghostly state."


Baili An glanced at him and nodded, "The injury that pierced through your chest has an odd power of a Ghost God attached to it. You are not really dead; that power is sustaining your life. If you can find the source of that power, you can still return to your normal human state."


Ji Ting shook his hands urgently, "My safety is not important right now. I don't have the luxury of time to care about these things. I beg you, young master, to help me find my second sister."


Chapter 295: Rescue