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

The Nine Netherworld Abyss, also known as the Endless Abyss, first appeared in the records of the Spirit Blossom Realm five thousand years ago.

Over the past five thousand years, the creatures of the Demon Abyss have engaged in numerous fierce battles with the native cultivators of the Spirit Blossom Realm, causing the major cultivation sects of the Spirit Blossom Realm to pay an extremely heavy price.

Over the course of five thousand years, the Demon Abyss launched seven major invasions of the Spirit Blossom Realm, but each time it was thwarted by the cultivators of the Spirit Blossom Realm.

Seven battles, three continents turned into demonic lands, trillions of lives perished in the demonic calamity.

Three thousand years ago, the Spirit Blossom Realm was once occupied by the Demon Abyss, and the whole world was in danger of being swallowed up by the Demon Abyss at any time.

At a critical moment, Emperor Taiyuan descended to the East, leading a group of cultivators to fight in all directions, turning the tide and saving all living beings from suffering.

After a century, Emperor Taiyuan finally attained the Dao of True Immortal, repelled the Demon Abyss army in one fell swoop, and established the Taiyuan Empire in the central region of the Blooming Spirit Realm, dominating the entire Blooming Spirit Realm, with all major sects submitting to him.

In the centuries that followed, rumors circulated in the Spirit Blossom Realm that Emperor Taiyuan had merged with the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Some say that Emperor Taiyuan was seriously injured in the battle with the great demons of the Demon Abyss and perished deep in the imperial palace of the Taiyuan Empire.

The rumors could not be verified, but three thousand years had passed, and because Emperor Taiyuan had not appeared in the world for a long time, the Taiyuan Empire, located in the central part of the Blooming Spirit Realm, had long since disintegrated and turned into more than a hundred vassal states.

Although these vassal states outwardly still acknowledge the Taiyuan Empire as their master and jointly respect Emperor Taiyuan, in reality they each harbor their own ulterior motives, disregard imperial edicts, and are no different from independent states.

Moreover, over the past three thousand years, the Eastern Alliance, the Southern Council, the Western Federation, and the Northern United Empire have been established one after another, dividing the entire Spirit Blossom Realm into five parts.

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All of these things are recorded in the book.

The Jin Huan Palace, where Mu An is currently located, is one of the three holy lands of the Eastern Alliance. It has a Spirit Immortal and nine Supreme Immortal experts in charge, making it one of the most powerful forces in the world.

At this very moment, Mu An was browsing through the classics in a library on the eighteenth floor of Wuya Pavilion.

As Mu An put the book back on the shelf, a crisp sound reached her ears.

"Senior brother, are you very interested in stories related to the Taiyuan Empire?"

Suddenly hearing someone interrupt, Mu An didn't stop what she was doing. While putting the ancient book back on the shelf, she also took out a cultivation manual from the Jin Huan Palace.

"Immortal Technique of the Bright Time, I have also read this technique, but it is too profound and cannot be understood by ordinary people. I have studied it for several days but still cannot grasp its method."

The boy who was talking to Mu An was only eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in a light blue brocade robe and looked quite intelligent.

At that moment, the boy was looking curiously at the book in Mu An's hand and making quiet comments.

"I heard my master say that the Ming Shi Immortal Technique involves a trace of the secrets of time. If the technique is mastered, one may be able to briefly glimpse the future. Unfortunately, the technique is written in a very abstract way. Even if one searches all the sects, I'm afraid there will be very few people who can comprehend it."

Hearing the boy's words, Mu An felt a surge of curiosity and let out a soft "hmm".

"Oh? It's so mysterious?"

Perhaps it was because the boy was naturally enthusiastic, or perhaps he was simply a chatterbox.

While Mu An was looking through the cultivation manual, the young man enthusiastically introduced himself.

"Junior brother, my name is Xuanyuan Wumu. I usually spend most of my time in the Cloud and Mist Bamboo Forest on the eighth floor. Senior brother, you probably haven't heard of me... But that's alright, meeting is fate. Today, senior brother and I can say we've met. May I ask your name?"

Mu An didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the young man, so he directly gave his name.

"His surname is Mu, his given name is An, and he is an unknown person."

"Mu An? What a nice name! Just hearing it tells me that your elders must care about you a lot."

Mu An paused slightly as she turned the pages, glancing at Xuan Yuan Wu Mu and softening her tone.

"Yes, my elders are all very, very good people."

"That's great, unlike me, I can't even go home..."

As he said this, the boy lowered his head, seemingly somewhat dejected, but he soon perked up again, pulled a book from the bookshelf beside him, and handed it to Mu An.

"If you are interested in history, you might want to take a look at this collection of miscellaneous notes. Although it is just the ramblings of a scholar, there are indeed many interesting things in it."

Since it was someone else's turf, Mu An didn't refuse and took the book. "Thank you, I'll take a look."

For some reason, seeing that Mu An actually accepted the book he handed him, the boy's mood improved a lot. After saying "Senior brother, wait for me for a while," he disappeared in front of Mu An in a few steps, leaving Mu An alone to quietly flip through the book in his hand.

About half an hour later, crisp footsteps reached Mu An's ears from afar.

Looking up, one could see Xuan Yuan Wu Mu carrying more than ten books, running excitedly towards Mu An.

Because he made too much noise, he was criticized by two senior students who passed by while he was running.

Xuan Yuan Wu Mu didn't mind and kept agreeing. Only after being scolded did he lighten his pace and move closer to Mu An.

"This is?"

Xuan Yuan Wu Mu put a stack of books in his arms on the table and waved them at Mu An to show off.

"Ta-da! I found the history books that my senior brother likes! Let me tell you, these books are not easy to find. This one is on the 32nd floor, this one is on the 79th floor, this one is on the 108th floor... It took me a long time to find them."

Mu An was increasingly surprised by the boy's excessive enthusiasm. He could sense that the boy had ulterior motives, but he didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Moreover, the boy in front of them was also surrounded by a humanistic aura, small in scale but full of vitality.

If this had happened a few hundred years ago, Mu An would likely have been extremely cautious, avoiding people like Xuan Yuan Wu Mu from afar, but now…

Under Xuan Yuan Wu Mu's expectant gaze, Mu An picked up the book he had brought, flipping through it as she asked a question.

What's the difference between these books?

The boy's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then relaxed. He pointed to the bookshelf beside him, and then to the ancient books on the table.

"The above is the official record, while the following are mostly hearsay stories. It depends on which one you prefer, Senior Brother."

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

Perhaps because the books here weren't very practical, only Mu An and Xuan Yuan Wu Mu were in the huge library. As the two stopped talking, the library became quiet, with only the sound of pages turning.

Mu An flipped through the books brought by Xuan Yuan Wu Mu, while Xuan Yuan Wu Mu was looking at the book "Ming Shi Xian Jue" that Mu An had pulled out.

It wasn't until the morning sun shone through the window into Wuya Pavilion that Mu An put down the ancient book in her hand and looked up at Xuan Yuan Wu Mu, who seemed a little nervous.

"Even true immortals only have a lifespan of three thousand years?"

The boy paused for a moment, then replied.

"It's hard to say, but none of the true immortals born in the history of the major sects have been able to cross the three thousand years lifespan limit."

Mu An was somewhat disappointed, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she raised her hand and pointed at Xuan Yuan Wu Mu.

A halo of light swirled, and a vast stream of information flowed into Xuan Yuan Wu Mu's mind along with the five-colored glimmer.

"This is the cultivation method of the 'Ming Shi Immortal Technique,' which can be considered as your reward."

Before Xuan Yuan Wu Mu, who was still wide-eyed with surprise, could react, Mu An continued.

"You also believe that Emperor Taiyuan is actually the incarnation of a true demon from the Abyss?"

The blasphemous words had barely left his lips when Xuan Yuan Wu Mu's face visibly darkened. He abruptly stood up, looking around as he tried to cover Mu An's mouth.

"Are you crazy! How can you say that?"

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence when something else happened that made Xuan Yuan Wu Mu's jaw drop.

In that instant, he lost control of his body and involuntarily sat back down.

What followed was even more astonishing.

"It's alright. The true demons here can't hear the conversation, nor can the will of the Demon Abyss in the heavens. I have a few questions. If you can give me satisfactory answers, I will bestow upon you a great fortune."