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.

The young female disciple noticed the villagers seemed a bit unsettled, her expression slightly perplexed.


Everyone looked at each other, unsure of how to begin speaking.


Finally, it was Aunt Wu who stepped forward, stumbling as she described the sequence of events in detail.


The young disciples of the Taixuan Sect fell into deep thought upon hearing her words.


The young female disciple looked at Su Jing and asked softly, "Senior Sister Su Jing, what do you think of this matter?"


Su Jing gazed at the remaining ashes on the ground, her eyes cool and quiet, saying nothing.


Another young disciple spoke softly, "How could Senior Sister Wen Jiu accept such a cruel and murderous person as a direct disciple?


Chapter 1535 - Chapter 951: The Proper Use of a Tail (Finally Home)