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

Seeing this, the bartender's smile widened, as if he was delighted that someone liked his drinks, or as if he was happy to have met a friend.

"Would you like to get drunk today?" the bartender asked, his eyes sparkling like a river of stars.

Mu An smiled and pushed the choice back.

"A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend; though the world is vast, true friends are hard to find. If, in the end, you are willing to drink with me until we are drunk, I would not mind drinking a thousand cups with you."

The voice paused slightly, tinged with a hint of reminiscence.

"To be honest, I've forgotten when was the last time I got drunk..."

The laughter in the tavern grew louder, and amidst the merriment, the bartender touched the glass in front of him with a hint of regret.

"It's good that you forgot! It's good that you forgot!"

Fine wine may be good, but it should not be overindulged; the end may be beautiful, but it leads to destruction; memories may be heavy, but they can crush the heart.

This meticulously crafted wine is beyond the reach of my battered and bruised body!

Halfway through his speech, the bartender suddenly sighed, picked up a glass of ordinary liquor, and drank it.

"Daojun shouldn't have come."

"Whether I should have come or not, I'm already here."

"That's just how the rules of the Boundary Sea are. In other people's worlds, even someone as strong as you, fellow Daoist, would find it difficult to accomplish anything significant." The bartender's voice was somewhat desolate, carrying a touch of melancholy unique to the passage of time.

This time, Mu An didn't continue following the bartender's words. Instead, she turned the glass upside down on the table and said calmly.

"In the end, it was you, Fellow Daoist End, who sent me here, wasn't it?"

"well--"

Another sigh escaped, and the light in the tavern dimmed slightly, casting shifting shadows on the bartender's face.

"My actions back then were just a spontaneous decision, mainly because I didn't want that child to become mediocre."

Ultimately, all these so-called gods originate from me.

Who would have thought that such a casual act would actually attract someone like you, fellow Daoist?

After he finished speaking, the tavern fell completely silent. The two men sat on the bar counter, neither of them saying a word.

The guests in the booths scooted further into the corner, hiding themselves in the shadows.

The situation was different in the booth by the window, where a woman wearing a hat was sitting.

As the bartender's voice faded, the woman took off her hat, revealing her cool and aloof face.

It was none other than Li Chu, who should have been inside the Luochuan Ancient Castle.

She picked up a glass of wine, walked slowly to the bar, and raised her glass to the two people sitting there.

"Gentlemen, I'd like to propose a toast to you both."

Neither the bartender nor Mu An refused. They clinked their glasses with Li Chu's and drank the drinks in one gulp.

After clinking glasses, Li Chu glanced at the dimly lit booths on both sides and walked back to her seat.

She just sat there, quietly gazing at the open doors of the tavern and the world outside.

Until one moment, the rain began to fall, blurring the street outside the tavern.

At first it was gentle, then it became rapid, making the windows rattle loudly.

The sudden downpour seemed to have disrupted the tavern's electrical circuits, causing the already dim light to flicker and making the whole world feel even more oppressive.

The two men in the tavern simultaneously turned their heads to look at the open door.

At the edge of their line of sight, a young man who looked exactly like the tavern owner was slowly walking towards them.

The person, dressed in a black trench coat, walked along the street where the light was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, each step landing on a wine glass illuminated by the streetlights.

The dim streetlights cast long, long shadows of passersby, long enough to engulf the entire tavern.

"He is my obsession, and he is also the master of the Tiangong world today, the first emperor of the Tiangong world. If you want to leave, it's not too late now."

The bartender's voice lowered slightly, but Mu An remained as calm as ever.

He glanced at the figures at the end of the street, then at the eleven emperors in the booth, and finally fixed his gaze on the newcomer's trench coat.

The indifference on his face vanished, replaced by an unprecedented killing intent.

"He took what he shouldn't have, and he must be held accountable today."

The sudden murderous intent startled the bartender, who looked at Mu An with surprise.

"Fellow Daoist, have you dealt with this body of mine before, which is bound by obsession?"

This time, Mu An did not answer. Instead, he silently took out a silver-white ancient book from his pocket and stared at the figure at the end of the street with murderous intent.

The moment the ancient book appeared, an aura of supreme power spread out.

On Tiangong Star, a silvery-white light suddenly burst forth, instantly covering the entire world.

Night turned into day, the torrential rain froze in the air, the howling wind stopped, and the whole world stood still at that moment.

On the vast planet Tiangong, only three people remain capable of moving around.

The bartender's eyes widened as he stared intently at the silver-white ancient book behind Mu An.

"This...this..."

The First Emperor at the end of the street looked surprised and immediately wanted to mobilize the power of the entire Heavenly Crafts Realm to fight against Mu An.

But when he tried to call upon the power of the Celestial Craftsmanship Realm, he discovered that, as a Golden Immortal, he had lost contact with his own world.

The footsteps drew closer and closer, and by the time the First Emperor's sluggish consciousness reacted, Mu An was already standing in front of him.

A hand covered in silver light slipped through his trench coat and took out a five-colored lotus flower.

"Where did it come from?"

Before the First Emperor could answer, a cold hand had already pierced through his chest.

An unimaginably powerful force surged into the depths of the First Emperor's soul, forcibly reading his memories.

"The Five Elements Creation Lotus drifted from the Boundary Sea into the Heavenly Crafting Realm, wandered there for a year, and was finally discovered by you by chance."

You have tried many times to read the information within the Five Elements Creation Lotus, but you have been unable to break the restrictions within it without destroying the lotus.

No, I was just about to answer, what do you mean by reading my soul directly?!

The voice grew increasingly cold, and the silvery-white pupils scanned the First Emperor from head to toe, seeing him through inside and out.

Having lived in the Boundary Sea for millions of years, the First Emperor had never experienced such a feeling, nor had he ever realized how weak he was.

The connection with the world was severed, and the power belonging to the Golden Immortals also lost its effect.

At that moment, the First Emperor felt like a lamb to the slaughter.

He suddenly looked at his true form at the entrance of the tavern, only to find that his true form was staring dumbfounded at the ancient book in the void, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Damn it! Who is this monster in front of me?! What is that ancient book in the void?!

As the embodiment of the obsession of the Lord of the End, the First Emperor has always harbored a desire to be the master.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Lord of the End was severely injured a million years ago, the First Emperor seized control of the Heavenly Craft Realm by taking advantage of his connection with the Lord of the End, and even pushed his true form to the brink of destruction.

Unfortunately, as an incarnation, the First Emperor was never able to destroy his original body, nor could he seize all the power of the Heavenly Crafts Realm.

Left with no other choice, he secretly guided the development of the Celestial Craftsmanship Realm, allowing the Celestial Craftsmanship Empire to emerge into the world and initiating a god-making project that would last for hundreds of thousands of years.

Throughout this long process, he created one deity after another, continuously sharing the power and authority of the Lord of the End.

Having come this far, all that is needed for the birth of a new generation of gods is for the First Emperor to completely devour his own body and take control of the entire Celestial Craftsmanship Realm.