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

The music and dance had ceased, and Wu Bu stood alone in the arena, feeling rather awkward without a response.


Across the banquet, many nobles held their wine cups, their eyes filled with mocking amusement as they watched the youth who had suddenly leaped out to issue a challenge.


Although they too hoped that tonight's banquet wouldn't just quietly pass by, and someone stepping forward to challenge the City Lord's position was indeed a very good start,


that didn't mean they had the leisure to watch a nineteen-year-old, who had only recently broken through to the Kaiyuan Realm, make a fool of himself.


Wu Bu felt the contemptuous and mocking gazes from all directions, which made him quite uncomfortable.


Chapter 521: The Fury of Thunder could be called Reverse Scale