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

On the other hand, due to Wan Shu's strong opposition, no one in Datongdao has yet declared themselves emperor.

Because Wan Shu refused to become empress, within a short year, thousands of people from the Datong sect had submitted petitions hoping that Wan Shu would become empress.

In November, Tianming, at the age of forty-eight, broke through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal, his power surpassing that of Wanshu, and he became the current leader of the Datong Sect.

Such remarks have been circulating among the various factions within the Datong Dao.

The Dao Master is old; only the Deputy Dao Master can lead the Great Harmony Dao to glory.

At several banquets, when the courtiers expressed their hope that Tianming would become emperor, Tianming did not sternly refuse.

It is foreseeable that once Wanshu dies, the Datong Sect will welcome its own emperor.

……

The former Southern Frontier, Northern Border, and Qishan Road successively declared themselves emperors, along with Dongqi, which occupied the east, and Datong Road, which had not yet formally established itself as an emperor.

Within the vast Apocalypse Domain, five nations coexist.

Only the westernmost snowy region built high walls, neither claiming the title of emperor nor participating in the struggle for power.

In accordance with the instructions of the Pure Lotus Dharma King, the Great Snow Region will retain its title as a vassal state. Whoever can unify the world and inherit the Dharma lineage of the Great Qi of the past will be the one to whom the Great Snow Region submits.

Thus began the conflict between the five nations, who fought each other across the land of Tianqi Domain.

Later historians also referred to this year as the first year of the Five Kingdoms period.

……

The second year of the Five Kingdoms period.

Mu An and Mu Ling'er's journey continues.

Daqi, Nanyang, Linggong, Yunmengtai, Jinlonggong, Daoxuanhu, Menglingshan...

The two walked and looked around, playing and eating wherever they went.

Along the way, Mu Ling'er's favorite thing to do, besides eating, was to take pictures.

The spirit crystal phone that Mu An gave her on her 100th birthday has become Mu Ling'er's treasure now.

Wherever she went, she would always take a photo with Mu An.

It could be a few photos, a video, or a projection.

At first, Mu Ling'er was somewhat restrained, but after she realized that Mu An would not refuse her, she became unrestrained.

In high spirits, Mu Ling'er would pat everything she saw. Sometimes she would deliberately make things more difficult for Mu An, making him cooperate with her to make all sorts of funny movements.

The breathtaking natural landscape, the exquisite handicrafts, and the delightful food...

Anything that caught Mu Ling'er's eye was recorded by her.

But if I had to pick the photos I took the most along the way, it would be the local customs and traditions.

Wherever they went, as long as it wasn't too outrageous, she would drag Mu'an to experience the local customs and leave some souvenirs.

Temple fairs, folk performances, local operas, insect feasts, pilgrimages, dragon boat races, antiphonal singing, water splashing, frozen pears, beachcombing, fire dances...

Mu Ling'er dragged Mu An through all of these experiences.

No matter how awkward or embarrassing it was, she insisted on dragging Mu An to try it.

They even went so far as to say, "Since we're already here, we should enjoy ourselves."

Of course, if she encounters some particularly outrageous customs that are simply unacceptable, she will actively stay far away from them.

In the vast Nine Realms, there are always some places where the customs are too outrageous, causing harm to others and oneself, and violating human ethics.

What Mu Ling'er didn't notice was that along the way, when she couldn't see him, there would always be a fleeting look of conflict in Mu An's eyes.

……

As they walked, time passed and it became the third year of the Five Kingdoms period.

In Chengle, an ancient city in the Chengtian Domain, the two stopped.

It wasn't that Mu Ling'er wanted to stop, but rather that Mu An took the initiative to say that she wanted to stop and rest for a while.

Although Mu Ling'er was puzzled, she couldn't find a reason to refuse.

After all, in Mu An's mind, she could live for a very long time, so there was no way she would be short of a little time.

The two stayed in Chengle Ancient City for half a year.

This is an ancient city with very beautiful scenery, thriving commerce, and a very convenient lifestyle.

During the six months that Mu An stayed in the ancient city, he no longer treated Mu Ling'er like a child.

He bought a small courtyard house and made Mu Ling'er take on some of the household chores, but he also forbade Mu Ling'er from using magic to solve problems.

At first, she wasn't used to it, but after two unsuccessful attempts to act cute, Mu Ling'er gradually got used to it.

Whether it's cleaning, cooking, or flipping through the books I brought with me in my spare time.

Doing all sorts of trivial things with Mu An, Mu Ling'er found that it wasn't so bad after a while.

The two spent half a year in the ancient city, just like ordinary people.

On the third-to-last day before the New Year, Mu An made a cake for Mu Ling'er, with several candles representing two hundred on it.

Mu Ling'er, who had never seen a cake before, was naturally puzzled and asked Mu An with a smile.

"What is this food? Is it a gift for me?"

Mu An responded with a smile.

"Cake, something I used to eat on my birthday a long, long time ago."

When Mu An said this, Mu Ling'er was clearly taken aback. She pretended to be calm and pointed to the candles on the cake and asked.

"Why are there candles?"

The evening breeze blew into the room through the window, causing the candlelight to flicker gently.

Mu An glanced at Mu Ling'er and responded naturally.

"In my hometown, blowing out candles is a way for the birthday person to make a wish. Little Ling'er, you can make your own wish when you blow out the candles later."

"Huh? Really? There's such a saying?"

Mu Ling'er let out a playful "Eh," deliberately avoiding mentioning her hometown and customs.

Instead, he looked at Mu An with a mischievous smile and said, "Can I have the stars too?"

Mu An gently tapped her head. "Wishes don't count if they're spoken aloud... But... if it's you, Little Ling'er, even a star will do. If you really want one, I can pick one for you and make it into a necklace."

With a soft chuckle, Mu Ling'er couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

The laughter gradually grew louder, and it took a while for them to calm down.

She made a face and stuck her tongue out at Mu An, "Then I'll have to make a really powerful wish!"

Looking at the silly Mu Ling'er, Mu An shook his head helplessly and reminded her.

"Make a wish, and remember to close your eyes."

Having recovered from her laughter, Mu Ling'er sat up straight and closed her eyes, facing the burning candle in front of her.

"call--"

The candle went out with a sound, and when Mu Ling'er opened her eyes again, she noticed that Mu An was staring at her without blinking.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Mu An shook her head slightly and spoke gently.

"I just suddenly realized that Ling'er, you are really cute. You are indeed my precious daughter."

At that moment, Mu Ling'er's heart pounded.

For two hundred years, Mu An had never said such words to her, nor had he ever addressed her as "daughter."

Suppressing the ripples in her heart, Mu Ling'er pretended to be calm.

"Do you even need to tell me, Da'an? I, Mu Ling'er, am the cutest person in the world!"

Under Mu Ling'er's increasingly anxious gaze, Mu An raised his hand and touched her cheek, saying something that almost made her lose control of her emotions.

"Have you ever thought about calling me father?"

"..."

Silence spread between the two, and after a long while, Mu Ling'er pretended to be angry and pouted.

"No! Absolutely not! 'Father' sounds so much better than 'Da'an'! What's wrong with you today?! You keep doing weird things. If you keep this up, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

After staring at Mu Ling'er for a while, Mu An nodded.

"Yeah, if you really shout, I'll feel uncomfortable."

"That's incredible... Alright, alright, I've never even tried this thing called cake before. I want to see if it's any good!"

Mu An remained silent, but instead cut a piece of cake for Mu Ling'er and placed a bowl of noodles in front of her.

"Don't eat too much, have a couple more bites of noodles later."

"Noodles?" Mu Ling'er, whose mouth was already covered in cream, looked up at Mu An with her face all smeared with cream, puzzled.

Mu An didn't explain, but simply pushed the bowl in front of Mu Ling'er.

"I wish for good luck."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."