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

Su Jing lowered her head and quietly glanced at the flickering flames before withdrawing her foot expressionlessly.


As she retracted it, she didn't forget to mercilessly crush a soft-shelled crab that had scuttled out from who-knows-where into the sand with the sole of her boot.


The crab, which had just changed its shell, struggled out of the sandpit, its formidable-looking pincers now pitifully flattened, looking not the least bit imposing.


The poor crab, a victim of unwarranted calamity, truly wanted to cry without tears.


It was just a little crab passing by; whom had it offended?


Baili An swiftly returned with Yin Baishuang from above the Ice Sea, narrowly avoiding those four heaven-reaching pillars of thunder.


But just as before, the lightning within the thunderbolts flashed rapidly, closely following the trajectory of the Seven Ashes Steps and striking down with urgency.


Chapter 501: Seeking Together