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

After winding around in circles, Baili An had achieved his goal, and Fang Geyu had understood as well. Together, supporting each other, they disappeared into the snowy night.


The heavy snow was biting cold, and the Fierce Ghosts wailed sorrowfully.


Ying Xiu, watching the black shadow slowly approaching amidst the wind and snow, took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his curiosity about the Vermilion Bird coffin in the young man's hands.


His palm faced the night sky and opened, dark light and falling snow gathered in his palm, creating lines as disordered as ink and brush strokes.


The lines formed into a sword, both the sword tip and hilt wrapped in strips of dark talisman paper, like a fierce sword sealed by countless runes.


He turned to look at the Heroic Spirit woman beside him, noticing the flying blindfold beneath her black veil. His voice carried a hint of coldness, "It's not yet time for you to take action."


Chapter 293: He Deserves to Die