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

In the dim light, a pair of utterly indifferent eyes illuminated brightly, like the aurora over snow.


A chilling intent to kill, not yet arrived, already tore at one's heart, causing Baili An to start, and horror washed over his eyes. He could not understand why Yin Baishuang, who was jovial just a moment ago, suddenly turned into a terrifying god of death.


In the glimmer of the ice-cold Sword Light, Baili An caught a glimpse of Ying Xiu standing aside—her gaze held a mix of inquiry and barely perceptible hatred, seemingly directed at him holding Su Jing.


Amid this murderous ambiance, his expression gradually settled into an inexplicable tranquility.


Yin Baishuang's sword was lighter than a snowflake, but its bone-chilling coldness felt like it emanated from the Abyss in the far North, instilling a shattering, hopeless despair!


Chapter 322: All in White Should Die