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

On December 24th, Mu Ling'er came alone to Qingxi's bamboo house in the mountains.

The two, who had been friends for life, drank over a hundred jugs of fine wine. Half-drunk and half-awake, they traveled together, disguised, to Xueyue Pavilion, the largest brothel in Qing'an Prefecture.

The gold and silver are countless, and the intoxicating flowers dazzle the eye.

A Five Spirits Mystic Maiden and a Land Immortal are spending money like crazy in a brothel, indulging in unrestrained pleasure.

The two drunken men parted ways early the next morning; one returned to his former residence, the Prince of Xiang's Mansion, while the other took a detour to the Wang family ancestral hall.

The old friends are gone, only wine remains to intoxicate.

……

On December 26th, five rainbow beams stretched across the sky, descending from the Five Spirits Immortal Realm high above the heavens to the mortal world.

The illusory image of the Mysterious Maiden stood high in the sky, lingering for a long time.

……

December 27th.

Five sword lights rose into the sky from Qing'an Prefecture and headed into the distance.

Five immortal swords darted and frolicked among the clouds, freely unleashing their own power.

Sailors on long voyages witnessed this scene and exclaimed in surprise.

Five rainbows pierced through the thick clouds and flew towards the other side of the ocean.

High above, amidst the clouds, flames soar, giant waves roar, and ancient trees reach for the sky…

The strange phenomena that appeared one after another painted the sky, adding a touch of magnificence to the sea and sky, and causing countless sailors to prostrate themselves on the giant ship and pray to the gods.

The boatmen of the Great Spirit Empire did not believe in the sea god or the dragon king, but only in their great true lord and the goddess who protected them.

When deities travel, we should pay them the highest respect.

……

December 28th.

Without alerting anyone, Mu Yong quietly arrived at the Mu residence.

Mu Ling'er personally cooked a table full of hot dishes for him.

That night, the two sat down for a long talk, discussing everything from national affairs to everyday matters. Finally, they talked about the future of the Nine Realms and exchanged their views on the future.

Mu Ling'er said many things to Mu Yong, and Mu Yong agreed to them one by one.

……

December 29th.

Mu Ling'er sat in front of the two graves in the Mu family mansion for a whole day.

She found Xiaohe and Xiaolü's favorite foods from back then, as well as new things that appeared in the world after the two left, and placed them one by one in front of their graves.

She would talk for a long time about each item, explaining it in as much detail as possible, as if afraid that the two of them wouldn't know what these things were used for.

Finally, she lit a fire and burned everything placed in front of the grave. She then sat in front of the fire, staring blankly at the ashes blown onto her face by the wind.

As night fell, Mu Ling'er sat up from the ground. She set up a copper pot, added red oil, and cooked the family's favorite dishes into it.

As the meat and vegetables simmered in the chili oil, releasing a rich aroma, Mu Ling'er took two small bowls and began to put food into them one by one.

Only after filling both bowls did she call over Mu An, who was watching from a distance, and pour a glass of wine for each of them.

Under the glow of the stars, two wine glasses clinked together.

"Respect your family!"

Wishing you peace!

……

December 30th, Minor Snow.

On New Year's Eve, Qing'an Prefecture is always exceptionally festive. Bright red lanterns hang all over the streets, and every household is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a joyous atmosphere everywhere.

The light snow, like willow catkins, could not dampen people's enthusiasm. After hundreds of years of development, Qing'an Prefecture is now vastly different from what it once was, its splendor and magnificence rivaling any other city in the world.

If you stand on the mountaintop and look down, all you can see is a continuous sea of ​​light.

The lights of countless homes illuminate the landscape from the foot of the mountain, stretching to the horizon and reaching the distant ends of the earth.

Inside a rather exquisite pavilion, Mu An and Mu Ling'er sat facing each other.

Between the two men was a pile of dry firewood, with a copper pot on top of it.

Mu An warms herself by the fire, Mu Ling'er arranges the dishes, and the two dolls are placed by the fire, leaning against each other.

The copper pot, covered in chili oil, sizzled and steamed, with boiling bubbles rising and falling inside, releasing the unique aroma of chili oil the moment they burst open.

After arranging the dishes, Mu Ling'er found a pomegranate and peeled it while gazing blankly at the myriad smoke rising from the houses below the mountain.

Only after Mu An picked up a piece of tripe with his chopsticks and put it into Mu Ling'er's bowl did she come back to her senses, try her best to suppress the bitterness rising in her heart, and smile at Mu An.

"Why did I suddenly decide to come here today? It's the Lunar New Year, it's much warmer at home."

Just then, a gust of wind and snow swept by, causing the flames to suddenly flare up and blocking Mu Ling'er's view of Mu An.

In a hazy state, Mu Ling'er felt a hand resting on her head.

She initially wanted to slap Mu An's hand away, but then she changed her mind and stopped moving. Instead, she closed her eyes and let Mu An rub her hair again and again until it became a mess.

Following her instincts, Mu Ling'er leaned closer to Mu An and rested her head on his shoulder.

She leaned against Mu An, her eyes closed, and spoke in a very soft voice.

"Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

Mu An remained silent, but simply hugged Mu Ling'er tighter.

Just when Mu Ling'er thought she would fall asleep in such a warm embrace, she suddenly found herself being picked up.

A gentle voice rang in my ears, striking straight to my heart.

"It's time to make a wish."

Open your eyes, raise your gaze.

A deep blue light shone from the edge of the starry sky, hundreds and thousands of streaks of light trailing long flames, slicing through the night sky and creating ripples.

It's like thousands of stars falling from the sky, or like fish chasing each other in the Milky Way.

I was stunned and speechless.

The once-in-a-century meteor shower has arrived on Earth ahead of schedule.

It wasn't until the starlight streaked across the night sky and was about to disappear into the distance that Mu Ling'er realized what was happening and quickly closed her eyes.

For a long, long time.

When she opened her eyes again, the stars reflected in Mu Ling'er's pupils. The snow on the mountain had disappeared at some point, replaced by a faint blue glow, just like a sky full of stars.

"The stars are falling..."

Looking at Mu Ling'er, who was overjoyed by the starry rain, Mu An suddenly asked.

"What did you wish for?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Mu Ling'er suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Mu An on the cheek.

She pinched her cheeks with both hands, made a face at Mu An, and said in the most mischievous and childlike tone.

"Wishes don't come true if you say them out loud!"

Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, Mu Ling'er pushed Mu An back to the pavilion and naturally rested her head on his lap.

For a long, long time.

Soft sobs echoed in the pavilion, initially restrained, then unrestrained, and finally turning into loud wailing.

Amidst the unrestrained crying, there were intermittent monologues.

"Da'an..."

"I am here."

"Being your daughter is the greatest fortune of my life."

The sounds were intermittent, mixed with crying.

After a long, long time, Mu An reached out and wiped away Mu Ling'er's tears, speaking gently.

"Sweetie, go to sleep if you're tired. I'll stay with you..."

……

December 30th, 96th year of the Five Kingdoms calendar.

Mu Ling'er's lifespan has come to an end.