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

The little one in his arms trembled slightly. She tugged at Mu An's large hand that was holding her, and spoke with feigned strength.

"No need. Actually, I'm not that upset. After all, those things happened when I was very, very young. I don't really remember anything. Da'an, you can help me."

"Okay, I understand. Do you want to go and rest for a while?"

"Um……"

The little hand, slightly cold, gripped Mu An's clothes tightly. The little person in her arms raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, like a wounded little animal.

"Can you stay with me tonight like you did when I was a child?"

"Okay, I'll come keep you company in a bit. You should get some sleep first."

Mu Ling'er's steps were still a little unsteady, and she walked towards her room in a daze.

Xiao He and Xiao Lü followed immediately, and Mu An felt much more at ease seeing that the two of them had gone over.

Even if Mu Ling'er might just want to be alone for a while, her family can't really stay too far away.

It's always better to have someone guarding outside.

Give them plenty of space, but also be ready to give them a hug whenever needed.

As the three figures disappeared, Mu An turned to look at Ling Xiao Sanren on the ground and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

The little guy is just too kind-hearted.

Cutting this piece of trash into four thousand pieces wouldn't be enough to deal with it. That's far too lenient on this damned beast!

Hang this beast up and torture him for four thousand days, that would be more like it!

No problem. Mu Ling'er is kind-hearted, so others will take care of it. She has so many people under her command, and they're meant to be put to good use in times like this.

But now, he has more important things to do.

After kicking Lingxiao Sanren in front of Xu Sheng, Mu An slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils turned pure silver-white, and his divine sense instantly covered the entire Qing'an County.

On the streets, hundreds of Blood Robe Cult elites were trying to break through weak points in the defenses, and some were even trying to take civilians hostage to threaten the soldiers.

The moment Mu An opened his eyes, a storm arose high in the sky.

Five-colored halos permeated the clouds, transforming into the most magnificent colorful clouds that obscured the sky.

An invisible pressure pressed down on the entire Qing'an County. Large, five-colored hands emerged from the clouds, reaching out with seemingly slow but actually swift speed to precisely grab the resisting Blood-Clad Cult members.

The five-colored handprint descended from the sky, carrying boundless power. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed and exploded.

The Blood-Clad Cult members on the street stared wide-eyed. They desperately tried to escape, but found themselves frozen in place, even the slightest movement a luxury.

Only Blood Robe Cult deacons who had reached the Innate Grandmaster level could barely take a few steps, but these steps, like those of a toddler, seemed meaningless.

As easily as an eagle catching chicks, a giant handprint descended from the sky, grabbing hundreds of Blood Robe Cult elites and hurling them across the entire county town into the air above Li Family Town.

Those who carried out this plan were all elites of the Blood Robe Cult, and were prominent figures within the cult.

There were about a hundred Blood Robe Cult elites, the lowest of whom were at least first-class level cultivators, and twelve of them were even innate grandmasters.

At this moment, they were all thrown into the great formation, and the five elements of spiritual power surged through them like a tide. In just over a hundred breaths, these elites of the Blood Robe Sect were returned to their purest essence, energy, and spirit.

A light drizzle fell over the entire town of Lijia. The rain, composed of vital energy, fell upon the townspeople, slowly nourishing their parched bodies.

A short while later, the children were the first to wake up, looking around blankly at everything.

Strange? Why are Father, Mother, and everyone else in town sleeping on the ground?

In front of the Mu residence, Mu An, who had orchestrated all of this, narrowed his eyes.

He watched as the drizzle washed over the entire town of Lijia, and as one townsman after another stood up, a sense of confusion rose in his heart.

Why do children wake up first?

Besides vital energy and spirit, the blood sacrifice array seems to have taken away some other things as well.

After observing carefully for a while, Mu An's eyes became even brighter.

It is spirituality! It is the origin of life!

The cultivation of martial arts focuses on essence, energy, and spirit, but spirituality and the origin of life exist within every living being—a miracle bestowed upon them by heaven and earth.

During the spiritual practice, both spirituality and the origin of life expand at an extremely slow rate, and may even decline slowly with age.

"call--"

After letting out a long breath, Mu An withdrew her gaze.

He has saved those he could save; the rest need time to recover.

His intuition told him that spirituality and the origin of life were very important and were very likely closely related to the two energies in the universe.

If he continues to explore these two paths, perhaps he will be able to convert primordial energy and spiritual energy into each other ahead of time.

The vague path was beginning to become clear, but Mu An was not in a hurry.

The path to enlightenment is always there, and one day we will be able to explore it clearly.

Now, there's a little one who needs him more. If he misses out, some things he'll lose may be hard to get back.

He stopped, walked to the center of the crowd, and gave Xu Sheng and Fang Tian a few simple instructions, telling them to continue to be vigilant and keep an eye on the Blood-Clad Cult members who had not yet shown themselves.

After giving all the instructions, he walked through the courtyard, through the doorways, and arrived at Mu Ling'er's house.

The wooden door was tightly closed, the curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit as no lights were on.

But the midday sun still allowed one to vaguely see blurry figures inside.

Standing in front of the door, Mu An stopped and listened for a long time.

Amidst comforting voices, the person inside was quietly sobbing.

Mu An thought for a moment, then sat down on the steps by the door.

The little guy is shy, and for about two years now, he hasn't really liked seeing him cry.

As Mu Ling'er grows up, she always wants to appear more mature and take on more responsibility. Although it sometimes seems a little comical, her intentions deserve respect.

In that case, he can just stand guard at the door. It will take a long time, and he'll eventually catch his breath.