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 branches between the window lattices swayed lightly, and the three layers of Xiang-colored soft curtains hanging in front of the couch floated up in gentle folds.


The soft breeze lifted the delicate drapes, brushing against the body with an endlessly tender yet terrifyingly heavy force hidden within. The gossamer curtains draped over Baili An's chest with an unimaginable resistance, as if the weight of oceans bore down on him, preventing him from moving even half a step closer.


Forced to retreat seven or eight steps back, Qingshui, a female courtier, immediately stepped forward two paces, her bare hand supporting him from behind.


She sighed lightly and said, "Master Si Chen, in the presence of Her Majesty, please try not to lose your composure."


One must not gaze lightly upon the countenance of the divine.


Baili An felt as though he had been drenched by cold water, his entire being instantly cooling down.


Chapter 524: Extreme Wisdom Must Hurt