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

As he spoke, Zhang Ming'an's tone suddenly changed, and he reverted to his usual unreliable attitude.

"Speaking of which, I've been to Qi'an City quite a few times before, and I know a good place. Senior Sister, why don't you come with me?"

"Oh? If Junior Uncle says it's a good place, it must be extraordinary. I'm really looking forward to it!"

"I will definitely not let you down, Senior Sister..."

……

The 14th day of the first month of the 34th year of the Chengtai era.

Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

The Fifth Ring Road, an unnamed hill.

"This Palace Master of Taiwei is quite a remarkable person. Although he comes from the Four Symbols Mountain, he outwardly obeys but inwardly defies the Old Celestial Master, which saves us a lot of trouble."

"Good, good..."

The chess game on the table has been going on for two days. On what appears to be an ordinary chessboard, the entire city of Qi'an is miniature.

Each move made by the two players represents the movement of one side.

Inside the pavilion, Mu An rested his chin on one hand and held the other hand above the chessboard.

After making a remark, he looked at the miniature chessboard in front of him, then suddenly raised his hand and drew a circle around the Qi'an City on the chessboard.

"The protective formation of Qi'an City, the Four Spirits Universe Formation of the Imperial Family, the Haoran Lingyun Formation of Wenchang Hall, and this new formation with the Qi of the Great Qi as its core."

Of the four great formations, two are exposed, one is hidden inside with only a few traces, and the other is completely concealed.

Jun Cheng'an is indeed capable. If this whole situation hadn't been orchestrated by the Old Celestial Master, he might have actually managed to reap the greatest benefits.

Following Mu An's gaze, Xuanling Bodhisattva looked at the chessboard. After observing it for a while, he looked around and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha"

"Your Excellency is indeed extraordinary, otherwise you would not have been able to reach this point today."

It's a pity that this situation is too grand; how can one escape from it once caught up in it?

In the entire world, there are only four people qualified to place their pieces outside the chessboard.

Upon hearing Xuanling Bodhisattva's words, Mu An turned his head and glanced westward, then looked back at Qi'an City below the mountain after a short while.

"The Sage of Painting probably won't be coming. However, the array used by the Demonic Sect, though it violates the natural order, is indeed quite powerful."

This effect of isolating heaven and earth is quite valuable. If there is no countermeasure, the Great Qi will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and Emperor Qiwen in the palace may be in danger of perishing.

Xuanling Bodhisattva lowered his eyes slightly and sighed almost imperceptibly.

"My apologies, my apologies..."

The Ten Thousand Demons Extermination Formation appeared five thousand years ago. Five thousand years ago, the demonic path was flourishing, and the power of more than a dozen demon lords at that time was used to develop this formation to deal with the Celestial Masters and Bodhisattvas of that generation.

To activate this formation, the lives of at least two million people would be consumed, and six terrestrial immortals would be needed to lead the formation.

Once this formation is activated, it can slay immortals and gods; even ordinary terrestrial deities will find it difficult to escape.

More importantly, with just a few modifications, this formation can prevent the Dao Fruit from returning, thus preventing the Old Celestial Master from retrieving the Dao Fruit he planted.

As the Bodhisattva Xuanling was expressing his feelings, Mu An suddenly said something.

"More than two million lives, and you and I just sit here, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear, letting these evil villains create tragedies and set up great formations in the city."

Is this really the right thing to do?

"Bodhisattva, since you cultivate the path of compassion, will your resolve not be damaged by this practice?"

Xuanling Bodhisattva sighed three more times. After the sighs, he raised his head again and looked calmly at Mu An, his pupils filled with a lingering compassion and coldness.

What is compassion? What is the mind of enlightenment?

How can sacrificing the small for the greater good not be a form of compassion?

Since a true sage has reached such a level, why should he concern himself with such trivial matters?

The lives of over two million innocent people? A trivial matter?

Seeing the Xuanling Bodhisattva, who cultivated the path of compassion, calmly utter such words, Mu An felt a tremendous sense of separation lingering in his heart.

When did human life become something so worthless?

If any other terrestrial deity had said such a thing, Mu An wouldn't have found it strange.

Unfortunately, these words came from the mouth of the Bodhisattva Xuanling, who was known for his compassion.

How ironic, how ridiculous!

This eerie sense of disconnect naturally took hold of Mu An's mind.

Would someone who doesn't care about the lives of ordinary people really care about the future of all living beings?

While both involved exchanging something small for something big, Zhuangzi didn't have this attitude at the time.

Even a small "village of sin" caused Zhuang Sheng to struggle repeatedly, and he made various kinds of compensation and gave him chances time and time again.

If the actions of the Xuanling Bodhisattva were compassionate, then what were Zhuangzi's actions?

Did the Bodhisattva Xuanling cultivate compassion, or did this so-called "path of compassion" lead the Bodhisattva Xuanling to make the choice he made at that moment?

Whose compassion is this so-called "compassion"?

Is it human, or heavenly?

Mu An had no answer, nor did she ask the question.

When he chose to sit here and play chess with the Xuanling Bodhisattva, he was no longer in a position to criticize others.

Xuanling Bodhisattva may not have been compassionate, and Mu An's passionate blood has long since melted away, dissipating along with the past.

Sitting at the table, Mu An looked at the composed Xuanling Bodhisattva and nodded slightly.

"The Bodhisattva is compassionate and cares for all living beings."

"Amitabha... We will need to trouble you, True Lord, to take action tomorrow to kill the Demon Lord of Youmeng and the Old Mother of Yunmeng, so as to give an explanation to the innocent people who died in the city."

"good."