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

Mu An's life experience in the Nine Realms taught him that deception and treachery are basic qualities, and that any action he took unintentionally could be part of someone else's scheme.

This is just a normal thing. If it's something big that you have to do with all your might, then it's even more extraordinary!

There's a 99% chance it's all the work of those two cunning old foxes.

During his hundred-plus years living in the Nine Realms, Mu An witnessed one genius after another whose entire path was arranged by the Old Celestial Master, from the moment the seed of Dao was planted in their childhood until the end of their lives.

There are still many geniuses who believe themselves to be chosen ones, shining brightly in their respective fields, unaware that their lifelong efforts are nothing more than seeds waiting to be harvested by the old master.

Old Yinbi was so terrifying that Mu An now felt something was off about everyone.

Trust? Absolutely impossible!

For a time, Mu An even began to doubt her encounters with Mu Ling'er, Xiao He, and Xiao Lü.

It's not that I doubt the old master's ability to arrange his life.

Instead, he suspected that his encounter with these people was an arrangement by the Book of Fate.

Fortunately, Mu An is an easygoing person.

With his small arms and legs, if the Book of Fate really wanted to harm him, how would he resist?

Even if everything is truly an arrangement of fate, it is still a kind of destiny.

It was precisely this mindset that made Mu An agree to the old master's idea immediately.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the four, the two great demons who were about to attack their teammates suddenly froze, their demonic bodies shattering and turning to ashes...

"..." ×4

"Okay, okay, okay!!!"

"What a bunch of true demons! Truly impressive methods!"

"A bunch of sons of bitches! I'll skin them alive sooner or later and roast their souls in the Heaven-Burning Fire for a thousand years!!"

Amid Mu An's grumbling and cursing, the blood sacrifice, which started strong but ended weakly, finally came to a complete end.

The three supreme masters, the Celestial Master, the Mysterious Spirit Bodhisattva, and the Painting Saint, all wore gloomy faces and remained silent.

Ignoring spatial distance and taking away the life of a great demon, these true demons are truly cunning!

Their indifferent nature prevented them from cursing like Mu An, but the murderous intent in their eyes was enough to reflect their current state of mind.

The old celestial master's cold gaze swept over the demonic cultists in the sea of ​​blood, and suddenly uttered a sentence.

"If these cultists succeeded once, they can succeed a second time. If we make them perform another blood sacrifice, is it possible to reopen the portal?"

The extremely indifferent words startled Mu An, and for a moment, Mu An actually thought it was a good idea.

The Nine Realms are vast, and the Heavenly Realm alone is home to hundreds of billions of people. The world has no shortage of ordinary people.

Ordinary people are like wheat, growing in batches, with each new cycle beginning every few decades.

A bone-chilling cold surged through Mu An's limbs, and a fleeting thought in her mind left even Mu An feeling incredulous.

How could he have such a thought?

Scenes flashed through Mu An's mind: Mu Ling'er, Xiao He and Xiao Lü, Mu Ping, Zhuang Sheng, Lin Zhimin, and all the little things he had experienced.

The mound of corpses on Mount Qi, the countless bodies of the Chu family, and the small village of Xiaochi reduced to dust...

A feeling of suffocation gripped Mu An's heart, and he suddenly looked at the Xuanling Bodhisattva and the Painting Saint beside him.

After seeing the two of them clearly, Mu An noticed that the Xuanling Bodhisattva looked conflicted, sometimes compassionate and sometimes murderous, while the Painting Saint looked indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the answer to the question.

The lives of 40 million people are just an ordinary number, unable to cause the slightest ripple.

After a few breaths of silence, Mu An made her stance clear through her actions.

The five divine lights swept across the heavens and earth, annihilating the sea of ​​blood that covered most of Qingzhou and the demonic cultists within it.

The Five Elements Return to Origin... Wherever the Five Luminaries Divine Radiance sweeps, the sea of ​​blood there vanishes in the divine light, returning to heaven and earth, transforming into the purest life force to repair the Qingzhou land veins damaged in the blood sacrifice.

The nearly one million members of the demonic cult who stirred up the turmoil were wiped out without even making a ripple, their souls scattered under the onslaught of the Five Luminous Divine Radiance.

On this day, a light, colorful rain fell over Qingzhou.

As the rain of light fell, the malevolent energy dissipated, and the remaining ten million people of Qingzhou once again had the opportunity to be reborn.

The difference this time was that the light rain lasted for a very long time, only stopping after nightfall.

Amidst the dazzling light, the old Celestial Master glanced at Mu An, then performed a Taoist salute before parting the void and returning to Mount Sixiang.

The Sage of Painting also bowed to Mu An. Before leaving, the Sage of Painting picked up a scroll and threw it into the sky.

A rich wood elemental power erupted from the painting, merging into the rain of light and contributing to Mu An's actions.

The Xuanling Bodhisattva, who had been looking conflicted, regained his usual compassion. He looked at Mu An with kind eyes and performed a Buddhist salute.

"It was my fault for being attached to appearances. I must thank you, True Lord, for enlightening me."

When she said this, Xuanling Bodhisattva's eyes were full of compassion, as if the murderous aura from before was just Mu An's illusion.

"Amitabha"

The compassionate and merciful Xuanling Bodhisattva chanted a Buddhist mantra, and the phantom image of the Buddha appeared behind him.

A dazzling golden light of Buddha filled the sky, and the sound of the Rebirth Mantra echoed between heaven and earth, offering blessings to the deceased people.

Under the miracle, all the people of Qingzhou who were still alive took to the streets.

They knelt on the ground, offering sincere prayers to the two supreme deities, thanking them for their grace and mercy.

Village after village, town after town, city after city—everywhere you looked, people were kneeling in worship.

The Five Elements True Lord is infinitely compassionate!

The Bodhisattva Xuanling is infinitely compassionate!

Thank you, True Lord! Thank you, Bodhisattva!

……

Prayers echoed through the crowd.

Even Emperor Huayang of the Great Qi Dynasty bowed down, repeatedly expressing his gratitude for their kindness.

Looking at all this, Mu An suddenly felt utterly bored.

Standing on the clouds, looking down at the masses, he felt as if he were seeing a group of black dots, like millions of ants.

He met Meng Yan's gaze, only to find that Meng Yan's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There are things that are taken for granted, and there are also things that are unspeakable.

At this moment, Mu An felt a sense of confusion that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Same kind? Same kind! Same kind...

What Meng Yan said back then has ultimately come true.

When did he become so indifferent, regarding ordinary people as ants?

When did he become no different from other terrestrial deities?

Is he still the same Mu An who dared to draw his sword against Meng Yan before even reaching the level of a terrestrial immortal?

Once the path he came from is completely forgotten, who exactly is he?

……

That night, Mu An drank all night in the courtyard of the Mu residence.

Mu Ling'er stayed with him, listening to him talk about what happened today and what happened in the past.

Mu Ling'er listened quietly, pouring Mu An wine cup after cup until Mu An stopped and looked up at the bright moon overhead.

"Da'an, do you remember what I said when I was little?"

"What did you say?"

"Ling'er, I've always felt that Da'an, you are the very best person in the world..."

Da'an is the best Da'an, it was, it is, and it will be.

Whether it's for me, Ling'er, or for the millions of people in Qishan Road, or for the people of Qingzhou who were saved by you today.

Meeting you, Da'an, is the greatest fortune of our lives...

"So don't be sad, don't blame yourself, and don't doubt yourself. Da'an, you've done a really, really good job..."

……

The last sentence was not spoken aloud by Mu Ling'er. She hugged Mu An from behind and silently recited it in her heart.

"Leave the rest to me. I will definitely help you live the life you want, Da'an..."