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

Baili An only felt his vision fill with a sanguine hue; beneath his severe injuries, his heart was unusually numb.


He knew clearly that with another strike, even with his corpse demon physique, he couldn't escape the fate of being smashed into a pile of shattered bones and remains.


Yet his emotions felt bizarrely calm to an extreme. Baili An looked up, the blood in his eyes receding as a burn-like mystical fire mark ignited between his eyebrows. He lifted his lips, releasing a cold sound that even he found surprising,


It wasn't particularly severe, just exceedingly indifferent in tone, but the massive creature beneath him trembled violently, its arm that was about to fall, shuddering as if under the innate suppression of some noble bloodline.


The raised bone arm obediently retracted.


Baili An stood up, vigorously pulling up Ji Ying's skeleton from beneath him.


The majority of the body that had been engulfed was completely detached from the giant bones.


Chapter 304: Yin King