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.

Cang Nanyi's expression was somewhat cold: "The one who suppressed this dragon is quite skilled. He used the power of the Heavenly Mountain through the Thirteen Sword Souls' Star Rope to imprison the White Dragon in this realm. The source of the Thirteen Soul Cones' power is that very Heavenly Mountain.


If we wish to rescue it, there's only one way: sever the Thirteen Star Rope, causing the Heavenly Mountain to collapse, only then can it regain its freedom."


The power of the Divine Statue had evidently reached its limit. Just after saying these last words, the divine light around Cang Nanyi shattered entirely, and his figure dispersed like specks of fireflies.


Baili An stood up, approached the dragon's back, and studied those thirteen Soul Cones for a long time, seeing the endless changes in the runes on the cones, without any flaws.


Chapter 1130 - Chapter 781: The Fur on the Dragon Tail (Part 2)