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

February of the 361st year of the Gregorian calendar.

The Great Shi Empire's naval legion was the first to arrive in the eastern waters of Chengtian Domain.

Unlike other courtiers who claimed to be "great true rulers" but were preoccupied with expanding their territories and arranging for their descendants to establish merits, Mu Zhaoyang considered many other things.

He pondered this for days, but still couldn't understand what these small countries in Chengtian Domain were thinking.

Just because of a Reincarnation Pavilion that appeared out of nowhere, they dared to demolish the temple of the "Great True Lord".

How dare they?

The king has gone mad, but does that mean everyone else has gone mad too?

Who in the Nine Realms doesn't know the relationship between the "Great True Lord" and their Great Spirit Empire?

The gods may not care about faith, but mortals do.

Even if these small countries in Chengtian Domain really wanted to change their faith, they could choose a more rational approach.

There are countless ways to dilute the faith in the "Great True Lord," so why did they choose such an extreme method as demolishing temples?

Do the rulers of these kingdoms really not understand what their actions mean?

Or perhaps they are already prepared to go to war with the Great Spirit Empire?

But if that's really the case, who gave them the confidence?

Is it the Reincarnation Pavilion?

What exactly is the background of this suddenly appearing Samsara Pavilion?

A series of questions flashed through Mu Zhaoyang's mind, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with the answers.

He simply couldn't understand where these small countries in Chengtian Domain got their courage from.

Surely they can't all be crazy?

This doesn't make sense!

As the emperor of the Great Spirit Empire and a member of the terrestrial immortals, Mu Zhaoyang was very clear about the differences between immortals and gods.

The broad perspective allowed Mu Zhaoyang to realize the changes in the Nine Regions early on. Although he still could not see the whole picture, he was able to guess a lot of things through the information gathered from various places.

The appearance of the Reincarnation Pavilion made Mu Zhaoyang suspicious, and he couldn't make up his mind for several days.

As the emperor of the empire, Mu Zhaoyang's intuition, as a terrestrial immortal, told him that the Reincarnation Pavilion was not to be underestimated.

If we underestimate our enemy, we may suffer a great loss, or even cause the empire to decline.

The foundation of the empire must not fall in Mu Zhaoyang's hands!

After much deliberation, Mu Zhaoyang decided to play it safe for the time being.

Their Great Spirit Empire is not a rootless duckweed; they are an empire with powerful backers!

As the emperor of the Great Ling Empire, Mu Zhaoyang has been on the throne for over a hundred years, yet he has never paid homage to the Great True Lord, which is quite inappropriate.

Over the years, for various reasons, even though he knew that the Great True Lord was in Starfall Continent and in Stargazing City, Mu Zhaoyang never dared to go and visit him.

Taking advantage of this incident, it's time to pay homage to the great True Lord!

That night, without notifying anyone, Mu Zhaoyang quietly left Qing'an Prefecture and traveled tens of millions of miles to the Starfall Continent.

It was already morning when they arrived in Wangxing City. Standing on the streets of Wangxing City, looking at the bustling crowds, Mu Zhaoyang suddenly felt something was amiss.

How can you visit your elders without bringing a gift?

The person we can visit is the Great True Lord, the greatest being in the world. What kind of gift in the world could be worthy of His status?

Standing on the noisy street, Mu Zhaoyang thought for a long, long time, but still couldn't come up with an answer.

"Shall we return to Qing'an Prefecture now and retrieve the most precious treasures from the palace?"

No! No! What are worldly treasures worth to a great true lord who transcends the world?

"Would you like to make a gift by hand to express your feelings?"

No! No! If we were truly close, then this would be acceptable, but I have no connection with my great ancestors, so how can I express my feelings?

From sunrise in the east to sunset on the treetops, Mu Zhaoyang still couldn't make up his mind.

He saw parents taking their children to buy gifts for their elders, and he also saw young men spending lavishly in the shops to buy gifts for their fiancées.

But he felt that neither option was appropriate or suitable for his current situation.

As he walked and pondered, Mu Zhaoyang unknowingly arrived at the gate of Qingyun Trading Company.

Looking at the four large, gilded characters, Mu Zhaoyang's eyes lit up, and an idea suddenly came to him.

Mu Zhaoyang didn't know what gift to give, but did anyone at Qingyun Trading Company know?

With this thought in mind, Mu Zhaoyang strode into the Qingyun Trading Company branch in front of him.

First, find the branch manager, call the head of the Qing family, and then find out more about the Great True Lord's preferences.

With steady steps, Mu Zhaoyang quickly crossed the gate of Qingyun Trading Company.

The first thing you see is a woman in a light blue dress sitting behind a counter, lost in thought.

The entire business was deserted; apart from the woman in the blue dress, there wasn't a single employee in sight.

That's strange, where did everyone go?

With some doubt in his heart, Mu Zhaoyang still turned his gaze to the woman in the green dress behind the counter.

In his perception, the woman in the green dress was a great cultivator at the Refining Void and Harmonizing Dao realm, and was probably no ordinary person; her status in the Qingyun Merchant Guild must be quite high.

"Young lady, could you please introduce me to the president of your guild? I have important matters to discuss with the head of the Qing family."

"Um?"

Hearing someone speak to her, Qinghe, who was behind the counter, suddenly looked up, her thoughts returning from the game to reality.

During her time living in Wangxing City, Qinghe would leave her home every three months to personally select "stored grain" from nearby shops.

Today happens to be the "stockpiling day" that comes once every three months. Early in the morning, Qinghe resisted the temptation of the game and arrived at the merchant house closest to the mansion.

Because she had specifically requested extra items, all the employees in the entire business were now rushing to prepare "food reserves" for her for the next three months.

At this moment, Qinghe was somewhat dazed when she suddenly heard someone say that they were looking for the head of the Qing family.

"The head of the Qing family? Who is that again?"

"Oh right! It's my brother!"

"That old guy is something else. He's been the head of the family for over a hundred years and he's still in that position. He doesn't even know how to give the younger generation a chance."

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. It's Qinghan who's getting old, what does it have to do with me, Qinghe? As long as I don't get married and have children, I, Qinghe, will be eighteen forever!"

With her thoughts racing, Qinghe looked up and gazed at Mu Zhaoyang in front of the counter.

With just one glance, her pupils widened, and she carefully examined Mu Zhaoyang from head to toe.

"Why are you looking at me like that, young lady? Is there something wrong with me?" The overly direct gaze made Mu Zhaoyang feel uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but ask.

He always felt that Qinghe looked at him as if she were looking at some rare species.

And indeed, under Mu Zhaoyang's gaze, Qinghe pulled out a small notebook and a pen from somewhere and handed them to Mu Zhaoyang.

"Starting from the first page, write your name on every single page!"

Mu Zhaoyang: "???"

"Oh right, don't forget to stamp it next to your name! Like the stamp you use to approve official documents, something that can be used like an imperial edict!"

Mu Zhaoyang: "!!!"

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