Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

The autumn evening breeze, carrying a faint chill, wafted into the courtyard wall. The True Lord, dressed in blue robes, sat cross-legged on the ground, with two simple tombs in front of him.

There are no immortal camphor trees, nor are there any spirit beasts or spirit roots filling the courtyard; there are only two old tombs and a small pavilion surrounded by flowing water.

In the center of the pavilion is a stone table, and on top of the stone table is a very large wooden carving.

The wooden model is enormous, so enormous that it replicates the entire Mu Mansion, complete with mountains, water, and countless tiny figures.

In the designated courtyard, four people sat in a small pavilion surrounded by flowing water, their faces beaming with happiness.

The moment Mu Ling'er saw the wood carving, her heart skipped a beat. She pressed one hand to her heart and stood there stunned in front of the cave entrance.

The bleak autumn wind blew across Mu Ling'er's cheeks, making her feel a slight chill. By the time Mu Ling'er came to her senses, her clothes were already soaked with tears without her realizing it.

What's wrong with me?

Mu Ling'er didn't understand why she was sad, so she could only raise her hand and wipe away her tears again and again.

She tried her best to suppress the sadness in her heart and observe the world she was in as much as possible.

The Mu residence was still the same Mu residence, but the things in the courtyard and the decorations in the houses had changed a lot.

Everything seemed ambiguous.

The moment she passed through the cave entrance and stepped into the courtyard, she entered another world, another world where she had lived before.

"call--"

Inhale, exhale.

The empress of the empire stood below the courtyard wall, gazing towards the center of the courtyard.

The figure she knew all too well was holding a picture book, sitting in front of the two graves.

Despite being someone who had accompanied her all the way up and taken care of her since childhood, Mu Ling'er felt that the person in front of her was an absolute stranger at this moment.

"rustle--"

The sound of pages turning rang in her ears, and Mu Ling'er could see it clearly.

Her favorite Da'an was drinking, taking a sip with every page he turned, talking to the tomb in front of him as he drank.

In Mu Ling'er's memory, Mu An liked to drink tea but didn't like to drink alcohol.

In the past three hundred years, she had never seen Mu An drink alcohol.

She had asked Mu An more than once why he didn't drink alcohol, and Mu An would just smile and say that alcohol wasn't a very good thing to drink.

But now, Mu An is drinking very quickly and hurriedly, one cup after another.

Mu Ling'er couldn't hear what Mu An was saying, but she could sense it.

Compared to sadness, Mu An's emotions were more complex at this moment.

She stared at Mu An for a while, and realized that Mu An didn't seem to want to communicate with her.

After thinking for a while, Mu Ling'er turned around and passed through the cave entrance she had just entered through.

Despite returning the way she came, Mu Ling'er did not find her familiar home.

With one step, the familiar house disappeared, replaced by a vast lake.

The lake water glistens, and it is surrounded by mountains.

A large blue stone stands directly in front of the lake, so large that it immediately attracts attention.

Following her instincts, Mu Ling'er walked straight to the bluestone.

Three elegant characters came into Mu Ling'er's view: Ling'an Lake.

Rest in peace, rest in peace...

Standing before the bluestone, Mu Ling'er lingered for a very long time.

"call--"

After taking another deep breath and forcing herself to calm down a bit, Mu Ling'er carefully examined the writing on the bluestone.

One glance, two glances, three glances...

It wasn't until the lake water reached her feet and soaked her shoes and socks that Mu Ling'er came to her senses.

She squatted down, held up one finger, and wrote three large characters on the ground.

The characters on the bluestone and the soil are almost identical, one above the other, as if they were written by the same person.

The main differences are the time when the characters were written and the materials on which they were written.

With her mouth covered, Mu Ling'er's mind went blank as she stared at the similar handwriting.

Even though I've learned a lot from Qinghe, I still feel troubled when I actually face these things.

She just squatted there, lost in thought, pondering all sorts of random things.

Time passed slowly, and the lake turned golden in the sunset.

The setting sun cast its last rays, illuminating the girl by the lake.

As darkness gradually fell, Mu Ling'er stood up again and walked towards the small courtyard not far away.

……

"Da'an, who are these two graves commemorating?"

"Lin He and Lin Lü, two people you don't know, but who are very, very important to me."

The two of them spoke softly, as if they were discussing a trivial matter.

Mu Ling'er stood behind Mu An, quietly watching the two tombs.

She didn't ask Mu An any further questions, nor did she do anything else; she simply waited quietly behind him.

"Light incense for them."

"it is good."

……

The incense from the sacrificial ceremony slowly rose into the night sky. Watching the sky gradually darken, Mu Ling'er sat down on the ground, imitating Mu An.

She grabbed a jug of wine, gulped it down, and, in her hazy drunkenness, asked Mu An a question.

"You are the supreme being, the creator of the world. You could have made everything look the way you remember it, so why did you choose to bring me into this world, to make everything look the way it is now..."

His voice was a little hoarse, tinged with a hint of grievance, but beneath these emotions lay an indescribable firmness.

Mu An glanced at Mu Ling'er and handed her the sketchbook that Xiao Lü had left for him.

"Take a look."

The courtyard fell silent again, with only the sound of pages turning.

Page after page, the small picture book records Mu An's growth process, as well as the promises and bonds between the two.

The hand that was turning the pages of the picture book slowly stopped, and Mu An's voice rang out at the right time.

"They don't want it to be this way, and neither do I."

The True Lord in blue robes looked at the tomb before him and murmured softly.

"I made a promise to the people who gave me this picture book—I will remember them forever and ever."

"Do you know what she said to me back then?"

Starlight shone down, illuminating Mu An's cheeks.

Familiar faces, unfamiliar appearances; no sadness, no grief, only a sense of relief and vicissitude after experiencing everything.

The question didn't need Mu Ling'er to answer; Mu An provided the answer himself.

"That's good... If one day in the future this memory becomes a burden for you, young master, please don't hesitate to decisively shed it and pursue what you want..."

Mu An repeated what Xiao Lü had told her back then, then lowered her gaze and gently touched Xiao Lü's tombstone with her hand that was suspended in mid-air.

"How about it? Don't you think she's really, really bad... She says things like 'Young Master is the best in the world,' and 'I like you the most, most, most, most,' but she uses this method to block all possibilities, leaving me unable to do anything."

"I didn't even realize at the time that she had already foreseen the future and guessed that I would try everything to reverse time and bring them back to my side..."

Time can cycle, the past can reappear, but some things, once lost, are lost forever and can never be found again.

"In the world of creation, they have always been there, but in my world, in Mu'an's world, they will always just be memories."

"Just like you, no matter how similar you are, you will never be the child in my memory."

……

The sound gradually faded, accompanied by a soft sigh, and Mu An gently patted Mu Ling'er's shoulder.

Same soul, different outcome.

"From the very beginning, I knew that the future would turn out the way it is now."

"You are simply you, Mu Ling'er living in the present. You don't need to overthink things, and you certainly don't need to change because of my thoughts."

"This world is a gift I gave you, and I hope you will live a happy life from now on..."

……

In the 4800th year of the Gregorian calendar, the green lotus blossoms and becomes a golden immortal.

At the turn of the calendar, the Five Elements True Lord returned to the Nine Realms, sealed the Five Spirit Mystic Maidens, annihilated tens of thousands of gods, and ended the long war that had raged for a thousand years in the Nine Realms.

In the sixth thousandth year of the Gregorian calendar, Zhuangzi transformed into the world. The Great Harmony Federation broke away from the Nine Realms and moved into the world transformed by Zhuangzi, exploring a new future in the Boundary Sea.

In the seventh thousandth year of the new calendar, the Star Realm merged with the Demon Dragon Abyss, and the Black Dragon of Annihilation pledged allegiance to Mu Ling'er.

Eight thousand years into the new calendar, the cycle of reincarnation reappears in the heavenly realms and seas, the Yellow Springs Realm is destroyed, the Lord of the Wheel of Time is nowhere to be found, and Jun Yongning has left the Nine Realms.

Nine thousand years into the new calendar, the Dao Lord of the End disappeared, and the Celestial Craftsmanship Realm was taken over by Li Yin.

In the ten thousandth year of the Gregorian calendar, the Taoist Ancestor, the Buddha Ancestor, the Holy Lord of Guixu... all departed one after another, and the Great Spirit Empire completed the great feat of unifying the Nine Domains.

In the 50,000th year of the Gregorian calendar, the Great Spirit Empire stepped out of the Nine Realms and into the Sea of ​​Heavens.

One hundred thousand years into the Gregorian calendar, Mu An wrote lines of text on the Book of Creation and then threw this ancient scroll into an unknown place.

Three hundred thousand years into the Gregorian calendar, the broken Great Dao was gradually repaired, and the myriad realms and seas ushered in a new golden age.

In the year 500,000 of the Gregorian calendar, the Great Spirit Empire became a vast power spanning all the heavens and seas.

One million years into the Gregorian calendar, creation returns to its proper place.

……

On Qingming Festival, the rain falls in torrents.

Three graves, three cups of wine, a copper pot, and a starry river.

The True Lord in green sat before the grave, watching the starlight streak across the night sky.

The noisy sounds came from afar, attracting the attention of the people at the grave.

"Look! What a beautiful star shower!"

(End of the book)