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

Mu Ling'er is really "foolish," just like millions of other "fools," clumsily trying to do stupid things.

Whether it's what Mu Ling'er is doing for the people of Qi'an City, or what she has been doing for Mu'an all along, it's all very "foolish".

There is no shortage of "fools" in the world.

These "fools" are willing to believe those "stupid" statements, willing to believe things that do them no good, and willing to give up some of their own interests for the sake of others.

The existence of countless "fools" gives divinity room to flourish.

Lin Zhimin, Zhuang Sheng, Qin Xiucai, Wan Shu, Mu Ling'er...

These people are all part of the "fools" who, in a somewhat "ridiculous" way, create a space for unrelated people to live.

Even if they are not understood by the world, even if they are ridiculed, they still keep trying.

Mu An has always understood all of this.

He knew, of course, what Mu Ling'er was doing on her repeated journeys.

The little guy is probably planning to spend most of his life preparing an unforgettable gift for himself.

How can we not cherish it?

Mu An was certainly aware that his humanity was rapidly disappearing, while his divinity was becoming increasingly vast and dominant.

Even with conscious suppression, this process cannot be changed.

Mu An is not a terrestrial immortal; his soul and the Book of Creation are one, and his essence is extremely high, so high that it surpasses the Nine Realms themselves.

A new world is being conceived within him, and as time goes by, he will naturally become its ruler.

As the world continues to evolve, the way he thinks about things is also changing.

And this is only a small part of the development and application of the Book of Creation.

What influenced him was never the Dao of the Nine Realms, but the ever-growing power and the process of gradually merging with the Book of Creation.

If Mu An is willing to open his mind and body and allow the Book of Creation to fully integrate with himself.

In his eyes, the old celestial master was nothing more than a slightly larger ant, whom he could suppress with a flick of his wrist.

It's hard not to be tempted by a power that doesn't belong to you but is readily available.

In a sense, Mu An has really tried very hard to restrain herself.

He is diligently cultivating himself, gradually gaining control over the Book of Creation, rather than being controlled by it.

The destructive power drew a line between humans and gods. To the gods, mortals could hardly be considered the same species anymore.

In the eyes of the terrestrial deities, mortals are even more fragile than ants on the ground.

Even a large enough number of ants can kill an elephant, but mortals have no chance of killing a deity; they can only be used as consumables.

A combination of factors accelerated the loss of humanity in Mu'an.

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As the person who knows Mu Ling'er best, Mu An naturally knows why Mu Ling'er has such thoughts now, and why she wants to tell him these things that may cause conflict.

Whether he admits it or not, the person in this world most like him is Mu Ling'er.

Mu Ling'er, whom he raised, is the one who most resembles the former Mu An.

As Mu Ling'er grew up, Mu An passed on all his own aspirations for the future to her.

This was his expectation before he became an immortal, his anticipation before he experienced the world and the passage of time, and his expectation before he gradually transformed into a god.

Mu An has always taught Mu Ling'er in the way he believes is the most correct, and naturally, Mu Ling'er is full of his shadow.

In some ways, Mu Ling'er, whose life essence has never changed, is more like Mu An in his past than the current Mu An is now.

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After staring at Mu Ling'er for a long time, Mu An sighed deeply in front of the chessboard, put down the chess pieces, and straightened up.

Perhaps in the near future, his divinity will completely prevail, pushing humanity into the corner.

But now, Mu An's humanity has not been extinguished.

This time, Mu Ling'er won in the end. He couldn't turn a blind eye to Mu Ling'er, nor could he turn a blind eye to the tragedy unfolding before him.

"More than three million people have already died in the city. If this continues, the death toll will likely reach nine million tonight. I believe that the loss of nine million lives in exchange for the failure of the Old Master's scheme is not a loss."

Seeing that Mu An had changed his mind, Xuanling Bodhisattva did not get up or stop him, but simply spoke softly.

Mu An stood up and looked at Qi'an City, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Beneath his half-closed eyes, the colors shifted between black and white, and then to pure silver-white.

"It doesn't matter if I get one or two more Dao Seeds." Mu An's voice was somewhat ethereal and unreal.

"The curtain has already been raised. Once the war begins, it is not impossible for billions or even tens of billions of people to die in the Nine Realms in the coming decades. Why should the True Lord care about such trivial matters?"

The Bodhisattva Xuanling lowered his eyes slightly, fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand, and spoke the coldest words in the calmest tone.

Mu An walked to the edge of the cliff, gazing at the sea of ​​fire below, remaining silent for a long time.

The cold wind howled from the mountaintop, making Mu An's robes flutter loudly. This outfit was a gift that Mu Ling'er had given him last year.

"What happens before our eyes and what we can't see are ultimately different... Since they are just minor details, why should the Bodhisattva be in such a hurry?"

The Xuanling Bodhisattva in front of the chessboard also stood up, walked a few steps to Mu An's side, and looked down at the world below the mountain with him.

In this bitterly cold winter, above this ancient capital, blood and fire intertwined and burned fiercely.

"Heavenly secrets are unpredictable, and now it seems that this humble monk miscalculated destiny."

The great destiny of the Qi Dynasty has not yet run its course; it can continue for another hundred years.

Since the True Lord is not yet prepared, let's leave it at that. Let's join forces and quell this turmoil.

With a sigh, the Bodhisattva Xuanling continued.

"Currently, there are seven Dao Seeds planted by the Old Celestial Master in Qi'an City: two in Lingshan Temple, two in Yinji Domain, one in Emperor Qiwen, one in Yunmeng Old Mother, and one in True Dragon Ao Xing."

According to the original plan, all seven were to perish tonight.

The Dao Seed will be intercepted by the formation, and then you and I will take action to return the Dao Seed to heaven and earth, adding some assistance to the nascent Heavenly Dao.

Now that the plan has fallen through, I, a humble monk, will handle the two Daoist seeds from Lingshan Temple myself, and the other three can also be left at that.

The only problem is the two Demon Lords of the Yin Yin Domain. If possible, it would be best to deal with them tonight.

The Dao Seed is difficult to extinguish, residing within the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. I wonder if the True Lord possesses the means to destroy the Dao Seeds within the Demon Lord of the Dream and the Demon Lord of Three Lives?

Is it a seed of the Dao?

Glancing at the Four Symbols World within his body, and then at the Book of Creation deep within his soul, Mu An gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.

"These two are to be handed over to me. I have my own means to annihilate their seeds of cultivation."

"good!"

Xuanling Bodhisattva was unaware of the existence of the Book of Creation, nor did he know what methods Mu An possessed; he simply stated the facts calmly.

"In that case, this humble monk may wait another hundred years for the True Lord. After a hundred years, when the True Lord has renounced worldly ties, the two of us can then discuss important matters together."

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