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

Without hesitation, Meng Yan, whose expression remained calm, turned around and looked at Mu An.

In Meng Yan's opinion, if any of the four people present were likely to help, it would only be Mu An.

Beside him, Jun Huayang's face flushed red... This emperor of the Great Qi forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and cast a pleading look towards the supreme powerhouses standing in the other three directions.

Xuanling Bodhisattva stood in the south, seated on a lotus platform, his golden eyes fixed on the open doorway, not even glancing at Jun Huayang.

Compassion does not save those without affinity; the Great Enlightenment, which is nearing its end, has exhausted its connection with him.

As for the people who died in Qingzhou, Xuanling Bodhisattva would not mind holding a grand Buddhist ceremony for them after everything is over.

But those are things for later; right now, the most important thing is the immediate gateway.

If the future of the Nine Realms can be found behind this door, then these forty million people will have died a worthy death, a truly meritorious act.

This is great compassion; these sacrifices will be recorded in the annals of the Nine Realms and passed down through generations.

……

The painting master stood in the north, holding a paintbrush. His hand, holding the brush, became a blur, capturing the world before him in his painting with incredible speed.

A towering sea of ​​blood forms the backdrop of the painting, while an ancient gate ablaze with flames takes shape in the center of the scroll.

Aside from his own path, the Sage of Painting cared nothing for anything else.

……

Mu An stood in the east, his feet resting on auspicious five-colored clouds formed from the five elements, and behind him was an ancient, illusory book that made everyone present feel their hearts pound.

As Meng Yan and Jun Huayang looked at him, Mu An on the auspicious cloud sighed softly.

Even though Meng Yan's expression was completely calm and he didn't say a word, Mu An could understand what he meant.

"See, I told you back then... we're on the same path."

After surveying the devastation around him, Mu An drew a line in the air with his right hand, and a blue lotus flower with a diameter of ten thousand feet appeared in the sky.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the lotus petals of the Azure Lotus fell off one by one, transforming into countless streaks of azure light that rushed towards various directions in Qingzhou.

The streaks of light penetrated the clouds, causing water vapor to gather and the air currents to churn.

Beyond the sea of ​​blood, a light, misty drizzle began to fall.

In the vast Qingzhou, there are still more than ten million people who have not been shrouded in the blood sacrifice, but because they are too close, they still cannot escape the influence of the spreading blood mist.

Their fate could range from a serious illness to death within a month.

As the life-giving rain of light fell, these people had the opportunity to be reborn.

The light rain lasted for less than a hundred breaths. Although it did not directly cure those who came into contact with it, it gave them a chance to live.

After doing all this, Mu An glanced down at Jun Huayang and gave the order in a rather calm tone.

"The deceased is gone, there's no point in saying more... This matter is not for you to participate in, so disperse."

After saying this, Mu An looked back at the portal above the sea of ​​blood and said nothing more.

He also had his own goals to achieve, and he couldn't use all his magical powers to save people.

It was as if a scale was placed before Mu An, with the possibility of Mu Ling'er's lifespan being extended and his own cultivation improving on one side, and the more than ten million people affected being able to live healthily on the other.

Once the weights are placed on the tray, it becomes quite clear which are lighter and which are heavier.

Divinity prevailed at this moment, and Mu An made his choice without hesitation.

Why should he be the one to care about things that no one else cares about?

Ultimately, as an immortal being, this world is merely a passing phase for him.

All he wanted was for Mu Ling'er to spend more time with him...

No matter how great the danger the Blood Sea poses to this land, it absolutely cannot be touched at this moment; this is the consensus reached by the four of them.

The dead cannot be brought back to life. Since things have come to this, we must maximize our interests and not let the true demon on the other side scare us away.

After making the decision, in a daze, Mu An thought of Mu Ling'er crying again.

You'll probably cry a lot and be very sad, right?

Mu Ling'er would never allow him to do such a thing, much less choose to exchange someone else's life for her own survival...

If Mu Ling'er were here, she would probably beg him to save the people present...

Thinking of Mu Ling'er's sad and heartbroken appearance, Mu An sighed inwardly and made a new decision.

If the true demon wasn't so powerful, and if he still had the strength, he would do his best to give the remaining people of Qingzhou a way to survive after the event.

……

Aren't they qualified to be involved in these matters?

Seeing that Mu An, the only one willing to help, also spoke in this way, Jun Huayang bowed deeply to Mu An and then took a few steps back.

The emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty gripped the Qiming Sword, his head bowed, staring intently at the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet.

This is Qingzhou, the Qingzhou of the Great Qi Dynasty, a prosperous state inhabited by 55 million people.

As the emperor of the Great Qi, how could he be uninvolved in such a terrible thing happening on the land of the Great Qi?

This was the most serious dereliction of duty by Emperor Jun Huayang as a ruler, and also the dereliction of duty by all the civil and military officials in the court.

The Demonic Sect has been plotting for so long, yet no one has discovered it. How terrifying is that?

The inaction of everyone led to this tragedy, killing 40 million people in Qingzhou.

And these so-called immortals and gods probably already knew that such a tragedy would happen in Qingzhou...

Faced with such a tragedy, they were so indifferent, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear, as if it were all a matter of course...

Yes, of course...

What is more important than this door to 40 million ordinary people?

A fleeting glint of cold light flashed in Jun Huayang's eyes.

Jun Huayang gripped the sword hilt tightly, silently telling himself.

The Great Qi must have someone who can shoulder responsibility; the future of all living beings must not be entrusted to these unscrupulous gods!

Even at all costs, Daqi must cultivate a powerful individual who can say "no" to these gods!

Now, as the emperor, he must stay here until the very end to give these dead people an explanation.

……

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the portal above the sea of ​​blood suddenly trembled, and flames burst forth, igniting a fiery passage in the sky above the sea of ​​blood.

"Boom!"

"Splash—"

With the roar of the portal and the surging waves of the sea of ​​blood, two enormous, strangely shaped demons with an aura similar to Meng Yan stepped out of the portal.

"Hehehehehehe!!!"

"You little demon cubs from another world, hurry up and come to welcome your great Demon King!"

(O_O)?

(O_o)??

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"this one?"

Looking at the two seemingly imposing but actually pitifully weak demons, Mu An couldn't help but ask the first question.

"Did these idiots open the wrong door? How could a true demon be so trash?"

"True Lord, do not be impatient. These two little demons are probably just the vanguard. The true demons are likely still to come."

In the dead silence, the flames on the door suddenly dimmed, as if it were about to close.

"Bodhisattva, look, this door isn't responding anymore. The fire on it has even shrunk."

"..."

"Maybe...it's broken?"

"Can it be repaired?"

"How about we give it a try?"