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

The giant eye in the sky did not exist for long; once the Enlightenment Sword was fully formed, the giant eye also disappeared.

The king, standing amidst the ruins, raised his head and met Mu An's gaze as Mu An walked towards him.

Dragged behind like a dead dog, the Demon Lord of Dreams, the Demon Lord of Three Lives, and the Old Chess Saint immediately came into Jun Ningxia's view.

Against a backdrop of raging flames, three high-ranking terrestrial deities are bound hand and foot with chains and dragged on the ground like animals, coming into close contact with the rubble and dust of the ruins.

The frenzied scene was incredibly impactful, causing Jun Ningxia to gasp in shock.

Those who were once high above fell from their pedestals, plummeted into the dust, and became fragmented, humble, and lowly.

When the scenes she had once fantasized about actually unfolded before her eyes, Jun Ningxia didn't know how to feel.

His once upright posture slumped slightly, no longer displaying the arrogance he once had.

Even a powerful immortal is nothing more than a dispensable dog in the eyes of these true supreme beings.

The order of this world has never been determined by people like them.

Even if Jun Ningxia gave it his all tonight and did everything he was supposed to do, it wouldn't change anything.

The joy of receiving the approval of heaven and earth receded like a tide, and Jun Ningxia lowered her eyes, staring at the Qiming Sword in her hand.

As Mu An walked towards him, Jun Ningxia was reminded of his father, who had been manipulated by Jun Cheng'an like a puppet for decades.

Decades of forbearance have finally led to tonight's miracle, freeing him from the cage that once imprisoned his mind and body.

In retrospect, all he gained by risking his life was to jump from a smaller cage to a larger one.

As a puppet emperor, Jun Ningxia was manipulated at will by Jun Cheng'an. Even after obtaining the Qiming Sword, Jun Ningxia could not escape the chessboard of the strongest.

From beginning to end, Jun Ningxia was a prisoner; the only difference was that he died in a different way, with one more option.

Torn between speaking out indignation and understanding the greater good, Jun Ningxia decisively chose to follow her heart.

"I am deeply grateful to the True Lord for his assistance tonight. On behalf of all the people of Qi'an City, I thank the True Lord for his righteous act. The royal family will forever remember this kindness."

Suppressing all her emotions, Jun Ningxia first showered Mu An with compliments, and after considering it carefully, she politely declined.

"Xiao Twelfth is restless and dislikes politics. He prefers to travel and enjoy himself. He is not a good choice for the throne."

However, please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will make proper arrangements for Little Twelfth, and will certainly not allow his family to be involved in the conflict.

Seeing that Jun Ningxia refused, Mu An did not say anything more.

To be honest, Mu An also felt that the Prince of Xiang was somewhat unreliable, and that his whole family had some problems.

An unreliable emperor paired with an even more unreliable empress is hardly a wise move.

The upcoming battle between the Celestial Master and the Mysterious Spirit Bodhisattva will continue to revolve around the Great Qi Dynasty, and the Emperor of Great Qi is not in a safe position.

Given how unreliable that couple is, even if they were to become emperors, they could probably stage a dramatic escape.

It's inappropriate, very inappropriate.

Mu An said that casually, and had no real intention of interfering in the succession to the throne.

Since we're already here, it would feel strange not to say anything.

As for the fact that he was being dragged along by three terrestrial immortals, it wasn't as complicated as Jun Ningxia thought.

Let alone a dying man, even if Jun Ningxia were alive and well, Mu An had no interest in giving him a hard time.

The reason for dragging these three land deities with chains was simply because it was more convenient that way.

To throw these three terrestrial immortals—the Demon Lord of Dreams, the Demon Lord of Three Lives, and the Old Chess Saint—into the Four Symbols World, we'll need to spend some time dealing with them, severing their connection with the Heavenly Dao as much as possible, and returning their positions to Heaven and Earth.

Throwing it in directly like that would inevitably provoke a backlash from Heaven.

Besides, these three bastards have already committed massacres in the city, what right do they have to demand a dignified death?

It's already quite good that they didn't hang the corpse on the city gate.

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"Tonight's business is over. Now, fires are raging throughout Qi'an City, and fleeing cultists are roaming everywhere. Should I step in to quell this chaos?"

Seeing that Mu An was willing to help, Jun Ningxia first cupped her hands to Mu An, then turned her gaze to the ruined Qi'an City, and her already cracked hand gripped the hilt of the Qiming Sword.

"Thank you for your kindness, True Lord. However, this matter arose because of us, so there is no need for you to trouble yourself. As the Emperor of Great Qi, I am the one who should protect the people of Qi'an City."

Jun Ningxia's voice wasn't loud, and with each sentence he spoke, another crack appeared on his body, making him look like a porcelain doll about to shatter into pieces.

Looking at Jun Ningxia like this, Mu An nodded slightly.

Regardless of whether Jun Ningxia was part of the Old Celestial Master's scheme, as a puppet emperor, he was at least patient enough, courageous enough, and had a heart that cared for the future of the people.

Mu An doesn't mind giving such people some respect.

"Then do whatever you want. With me here, no one can interfere with you."

"Thank you, True Lord."

Under the watchful eyes of Xuanling Bodhisattva and Mu An, Jun Ningxia hurled the sword in her hand toward the sky.

"In these final moments, let me do one last thing for the people of Qi'an City."

……

Golden rays of light shot into the sky, and a picture scroll composed of golden light dots unfolded in the night sky.

Mountains and rivers, ancient towns and villages, grand palaces and pavilions, thatched cottages and countless people...

The patterns on the Qiming Sword appeared in the sky, turning night into day.

A light drizzle fell from the sky, extinguishing the fire, cleansing away the gloom, and restoring peace to people's hearts.

The golden light lasted for a full half hour, covering the entire Qi'an City and completely eliminating all the yin and demonic energy.

Those who survived the ordeal knelt on the ground or embraced each other, weeping with joy...

As she cried, the joy of surviving faded, leaving only deep sorrow.

Half of the buildings in the outer city of Qi'an were burned down, and more than three million people died tonight, with countless others injured.

My home is gone, and all my family and friends are dead...

After a moment of joy comes countless sorrows.

That night, the people of Qi'an City, who had become pawns, paid a heavy price.

……

The golden light only dissipated when the sun rose in the east.

The moment the Qiming Sword fell from the sky, Jun Ningxia, who was already shattered by the power of the Heavenly Dao, was completely reduced to ashes, which dissipated into the world with the morning breeze.

A faint glimmer of light, mingled with the ashes, drifted westward.

Mu An tried to stop it, but found that he couldn't stop it without using the Book of Creation, so he simply let the light drift towards the Four Symbols Mountain.

Among the land immortals of Qi'an City, Jun Cheng'an was the first to arrive. This previous emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty and Jun Ningxia's biological father watched everything with a completely expressionless face.

Throughout the entire ordeal, his expression remained unchanged, and there was not a trace of sadness in his cold eyes.

The retired emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty was neither angry about Jun Ningxia's actions nor saddened by Jun Ningxia's death; his gaze remained fixed on the Qiming Sword from beginning to end.

It's truly unexpected that a son who was thought to be a good-for-nothing would give him such a big surprise by forging such a divine sword.

In Jun Cheng'an's eyes, as a terrestrial deity of the Great Qi Dynasty, he was undoubtedly the most suitable person to wield this sword.

Even Emperor Qiwen, who was severely injured and half-dead, was no longer of concern to Jun Cheng'an.

He's a wretched old man, he's lived long enough, let him die if he wants. As long as we can get the Qiming Sword, nothing else matters.

With the Qiming Sword, Jun Cheng'an alone could hold down the fort in the capital.

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