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

It was this beautiful fantasy, this budding affection, that made Qinghe notice many details she had never noticed before.

When Mr. Mu looked at her, his eyes were always reflecting someone else.

And this person, Mr. Yu Mu, is most likely a very important family member.

Even the usually indifferent Mr. Mu became exceptionally gentle, willing to stay on the desolate Starfall Continent, in Stargazing City, to accompany her in doing these mundane things.

Yes, it's a boring thing.

This is Qinghe's self-assessment.

The more Qinghe learned, the more she noticed Mu'an's indifference.

Even though Mu An often showed great compassion, the indifference that she inadvertently revealed still couldn't escape the notice of the sensitive girl.

Mr. Mu, whom she admired, always treated her as someone else, and none of his affection was for her.

Even though they had known each other for four years, Mr. Mu didn't see her at all.

Some people only ever have another person, someone who is very, very similar to her.

It's astonishing that someone like Mr. Mu would be willing to immerse himself in his own world, treat her as another person, and dwell on past memories.

Qinghe saw things clearly and understood them, but she simply didn't know what to do.

She was terrified that if she asked about it, the elusive Mr. Mu would vanish like mist, leaving no trace.

Qinghe always had this feeling that Mr. Mu never belonged to the human world.

Even if Mr. Mu were right there in the house, sitting right in front of Qinghe, Qinghe would still have this illusion in her daze.

What I saw before me was just a phantom; the real Mr. Mu was high in the heavens, amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

This vague illusion made Qinghe feel uneasy and fearful that Mu'an might suddenly disappear one day.

She continued to move between the two houses as always, preparing three meals a day and showing the liveliness of a young girl at appropriate times.

But without realizing it, Qinghe became talkative, liked to meddle in other people's business, and occasionally even interfered in Mu'an's life.

It wasn't because Qinghe wanted to do it, but because she felt that someone else would do it, and that this would make Mu'an happy and make Mu'an miss life in Wangxing City even more.

Qinghe didn't know if what she was doing was good or bad, nor did she know what would happen when the truth came out, but she couldn't help but think about how she could become more like the person in Mu'an's heart.

In Qinghe's view, only in this way can Mr. Mu, who is as illusory as clouds and mist, become more real and more like a real person.

This has been the case for several years.

At this moment, Qinghe sat on a big tree in the courtyard, gazing at the houses separated by a wall and at the figures in another courtyard, silently making a decision in her heart.

She needs to continue playing the role of the person in Mr. Mu's memory so that their current life can continue.

Even if this feeling never belonged to her, it would still be the same.

She and her brother needed Mr. Mu's protection, and she herself liked her current life very much.

If everything is fake, then this life is just a beautiful illusion.

What Qinghe needs to do is to make this beautiful dream last as long as possible.

That way, when she's sober, she can tell herself with a smile.

"What a wonderful dream!"

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Lingshan Temple, 177th year of the Gregorian calendar.

Passing through the towering mountain gate, ascending the steps, traversing six mountain peaks and 66,666 steps, then passing two forests of steles and over a hundred pagodas, one will arrive at a sheer cliff.

The stream cascades down from the mountaintop at an altitude of nine thousand meters, flowing all the way before finally converging into a turquoise lake halfway up the mountain.

On the east side of the lake, water rushes down the cliff, forming a magnificent waterfall that is thousands of feet high, named Lingguang Waterfall.

Because the area where the waterfall is located is shrouded in mist, it often creates the illusion of a seven-colored Buddha's light shining upon all living beings.

Over time, this place also became a sacred site within Lingshan Temple.

Devout believers often set off from the foot of Lingshan Temple, prostrating themselves every three steps, expressing their respect to the unknown gods and Buddhas in the most devout way, embarking on a pilgrimage to this Buddhist holy site.

Few people know that behind the magnificent waterfall lies a hidden paradise. Its name is Golden Lotus Cave.

Only by traversing the raging torrents and breaking through the barriers on the cliffs can one reach the most mysterious Golden Lotus Cave of Lingshan Temple.

The cave is not large, covering an area of ​​no more than 10,000 acres. The entire cave is shrouded in Buddhist light, majestic yet peaceful, making people unconsciously immerse themselves in it.

At the very center of the temple stands a golden palace shaped like a golden lotus.

Inside the palace were nine golden lotus-shaped chairs, upon which shimmered with Buddhist light and shadowy figures, as if the Buddha had descended to earth, or as if deities were holding a banquet, deciding the future of humankind amidst laughter and conversation.

If any mortal were to see this, they would immediately prostrate themselves on the ground and kowtow repeatedly to the phantom in the palace, in order to express their faith in the gods and Buddhas.

Inside the hall, which was covered in golden Buddhist light, a voice slowly rose.

"Since the Celestial Master has the will to save all living beings and has the approval of the Heavenly Way, he can naturally be placed in the first position."

The person speaking sat on the second golden lotus chair, and the radiant Buddhist light emanating from him made his identity immediately recognizable.

The master of Lingshan Temple is the Xuanling Bodhisattva, a half-saint of heaven and earth.

As soon as the Bodhisattva Xuanling spoke, the person sitting in the main seat immediately stood up and performed a Taoist salute to the Bodhisattva Xuanling. As the Buddhist light dissipated, the face of the person who performed the salute came into view.

It was none other than Zhang Ming'an, the current Celestial Master of Mount Sixiang, the third-ranked Celestial Master in the world, the agent of the Heavenly Dao, and the third-ranked Celestial Saint in the Nine Realms.

"Bodhisattva, you are too kind. It is truly a blessing for all the people of the Nine Realms to have such a compassionate and benevolent deity who cares for the world. With the support of the Bodhisattva, our plans will have a greater chance of success."

As the two spoke, the Buddhist light that enveloped the golden lotus gradually faded, flowing endlessly through the hall and reflecting the figures on the chairs.

On the seven seats were none other than the Nine Heavens Thunder Qilin of Tianming Domain, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon King of Hanhai Domain, the Literary Sage Meng Yan of Tianming Domain, the Demon Emperor Cang Yue of Wanling Domain, the Spirit Clan Ancestor of Wusheng Domain, and the Pure Lotus Dharma King of Daxue Domain.

They either wielded partial authority over heaven and earth, merged with the same earth veins, or dominated a region. Each of them was a prominent figure in the Nine Realms, whose mere stomp of their feet could influence the fate of billions of living beings.

Unbeknownst to anyone, they gathered at Lingshan Temple and held a meeting within the Golden Lotus Cave, a place beyond the reach of the Celestial Master, that would determine the future of the Nine Realms.