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

October of the thirteenth year of the Tianshun reign.

"The demon race of the Myriad Spirits Realm? That's a novelty. I've never actually seen what demons look like before."

Under a five-meter-tall osmanthus tree, Mu An lay motionless on a rattan chair, a bamboo scroll covering his head. He yawned only after a long while.

"All you do is sleep! Get up!!! I'm talking to you about serious business!"

With an unfriendly tone, Mu Ling'er placed both hands on the rattan chair without hesitation and shook it vigorously, almost shaking the chair apart.

Mu An, who was forced to get up, still seemed a little sleepy. He sat up groggily with his eyes half-closed.

"Stop fooling around. You can decide what to do yourself. Let me sleep a little longer..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mu An swayed and fell back onto the rattan chair, making Mu Ling'er grit her teeth in anger.

The grown-up Mu Ling'er stared at Mu An, who had fallen asleep again, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

With a bang, the rattan chair was suddenly pulled out. Mu An, who was lying on the chair, felt a jolt as his head made intimate contact with the soil, making a crisp sound. He was completely awake.

After sitting up from the ground, he glared at Mu Ling'er, who was both unreasonable and arrogant.

Mu Ling'er pretended not to see Mu An's expression and sat down in the rattan chair to talk about serious matters.

"Message has come from the Heavenly Revelation Palace, saying that the dignity of the human race cannot be easily insulted, and they hope that we can publicly support the demon race in the Myriad Spirits Domain."

Mu Ling'er had only finished speaking when Mu An yawned again. He seemed to be half asleep, squinting at Mu Ling'er.

"If I remember correctly, the nearest point in the Myriad Spirits Realm is 60,000 to 70,000 miles away from us. It doesn't seem to have much to do with us..."

"The conflict broke out at Dongji Pass, which is 80,000 li away from Qishan Road. The demon race could not possibly attack from that distance, and we could not send troops either. It really has nothing to do with us."

Mu Ling'er spread out a map on the ground and pointed to the location of Dongji Pass.

Seeing that Mu An was still in a half-asleep state, she sighed and her tone softened considerably.

"I woke you up, Da'an, to ask you if my advocacy for war against the demon race would have any negative consequences for us."

Mu An successfully returned to his rattan chair halfway through Mu Ling'er's sentence. He covered his face with the bamboo slip again to block out the sunlight and mumbled something.

"It's too far away, it has nothing to do with us, it's just a matter of shouting slogans, you can do whatever you want."

"Those who are not of our kind are considered outsiders. What if the demon race really invades? I don't want to see a scene of corpses strewn across the land." Mu Ling'er was somewhat displeased and snorted twice in dissatisfaction.

"The Great Qi is very strong, and the foundation of the imperial court is not as weak as you think. A loose alliance of demon kingdoms cannot cause much trouble."

Seeing that Mu An didn't seem to care about anything, Mu Ling'er felt her fists harden suddenly, and she shook Mu An's body angrily.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! All you do is sleep! Do you know how worried we are about you?"

Perhaps because of the shaking, Mu An opened his eyes again. He rubbed his eyes and finally saw Mu Ling'er's uneasy face.

After a few seconds of groggy thinking, Mu An sat up abruptly, grabbed Mu Ling'er's cheek, and forced a smile before slowly responding.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon. Don't worry about me, go do whatever you want."

Mu Ling'er felt angry. In the past, she liked Mu An's indifferent attitude, but now she felt anger rising from her stomach.

She slapped Mu An's hand away from her face and turned to leave.

Mu An, who had just been in a daze, suddenly called out to her, her tone becoming much more serious.

"The demon army itself can't cause much trouble, but those ambitious people in the court won't let this opportunity pass. They won't stop until there's a bloodbath."

Jun Cheng'an didn't want us to send troops; what he wanted was for the court officials to believe that Qishan Road had temporarily sided with the imperial power.

This isn't a simple matter; it involves many powerful people and organizations. If you have any questions, you can ask Wang Le.

Mu Ling'er paused, turned her head to look at Mu An.

After saying that, Mu An lay back down, looking like a wilted salted fish, completely listless.

She took a deep breath, kicked the ground a few times, and finally came back and asked softly.

"None of that matters, Da'an. Are you really alright in this state?"

"Don't overthink it. It's just that my cultivation is about to break through, which should be in the next few years."

Halfway through his sentence, Mu An instinctively placed his hand on Mu Ling'er's head and ruffled her hair.

"Just do it. As long as you don't provoke the ancestral temple of Taoism, I can cover for you no matter how much trouble you cause. I will naturally wake up when necessary..."

The sound gradually faded away, and under Mu Ling'er's gaze, Mu An slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Feeling frustrated, Mu Ling'er sat by the rattan chair for a long time before finally standing up. She went into the house, found a blanket, and covered Mu An with it.

After doing all this, she stared at Mu An for a while before walking out of the cave.

As soon as she stepped out of the cave, she saw Xiao He and Xiao Lü looking anxious.

"W-what happened?"

Seeing that the two were too nervous to speak clearly, Mu Ling'er forcibly suppressed all her unease and gave Xiao He and Xiao Lü a reassuring smile.

"He's still sleeping. Don't worry about him. Da'an is fine. You don't cultivate, so you don't know. A great cultivator like Da'an is no different from an immortal or god. It's normal for him to go into seclusion for several years at a time. He's only been sleeping for two years. It's all normal."

Seeing that the two were still not at ease, Mu Ling'er added another sentence.

"Besides, Da'an wasn't sleeping the whole time; he was quite energetic when we were talking just now!"

As she spoke, Mu Ling'er grabbed Xiao He and Xiao Lü's hands and pretended to be excited.

"A terrestrial deity! How amazing! When Da'an wakes up, we definitely have to give him a proper celebration!"

……

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, an identical phantom sat atop a five-colored lotus flower with a diameter of a thousand feet, beneath which lay an ancient silver book with one page open.

The Five Elements Dao transformed into stars that hovered around him, and countless Daoist auras intertwined beneath the lotus platform, transforming into a vast, multicolored lake.

While Mu Ling'er was talking to Mu An, the illusory figure opened its closed eyes, its gaze sweeping around, causing the Daoist energy to surge and the lake water to ripple.

He did not deceive Mu Ling'er. Ever since he opened the first page of the ancient book two years ago, he had been in a state of near enlightenment, and his understanding of the Great Dao was advancing by leaps and bounds every moment.

After looking around, Mu An's illusory figure raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside through the layers of barriers in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"I can communicate with heaven and earth, yet I cannot entrust myself to the Great Dao. Is this because heaven and earth are flawed, or is the world rejecting me, an outsider?"

"If it is truly that Heaven and Earth are rejecting outsiders, then what about Jun Yunxin? Why is Heaven and Earth responding to her?"

"Never mind, I'll figure it out eventually. As long as I can achieve the mutual transformation between spiritual energy and primordial energy, it doesn't matter whether I become a terrestrial immortal or not."

After muttering a few words, Mu An turned to look at the silver-white ancient book beneath her.