Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Chihuang Dao Palace.

The palace, forged from crimson crystal, floated in the center of a sea of ​​fire, with countless blazing flames surging like a tide. The palace was engraved with nine crimson sun totems, which flowed and reflected the entire blazing and magnificent domain.

The Blazing Dao Master sat cross-legged on the Dao Platform, his body surrounded by surging crimson-gold flames, his face as gloomy as water.

He was defeated in that battle three hundred years ago.

He was defeated by an unknown nobody, defeated by a mere novice who had just entered the Dao Transformation Realm. His Heaven-Burning Dao Cauldron was seized, thirty percent of his Dao Fire was devoured, his Dao Body shattered, and he fled in a sorry state.

If he doesn't avenge this humiliation, he will be unworthy of being the ruler of Chihuang.

"Lord Dao." A streak of crimson light pierced through the air and landed in front of the hall, kneeling on one knee.

The Blazing Dao Lord opened his eyes, his pupils blazing with golden flames: "You found out?"

As the crimson light dissipated, a black-haired Daoist was revealed. He was none other than Dao Ancestor Aoxiao, the first strategist under Chihuang. He was at the peak of the Dao Integration Realm, surrounded by crimson flame Dao patterns, and held a crimson crystal jade slip in his hand.

"Dao Master, after three hundred years of investigation, we have finally uncovered the truth about that person." Dao Ancestor Aoxiao presented the jade slip with both hands.

The Blazing Dao Lord raised his hand and summoned the jade slip into his palm, probing it with his divine sense.

Within the jade slip, all the intelligence gathered by the secret envoy over three hundred years was revealed; this person was none other than the Lord of the Chaotic Vast Land.

Seven thousand years ago, he first entered the Dao Transformation Realm; three thousand years ago, he advanced to the mid-stage of the Dao Transformation Realm. He single-handedly refined a branch of the Ghost Clan, destroyed ten thousand Ghost Trees, beheaded the Ghost Clan's leader, and seized his core essence.

Under his command, the vast and chaotic land boasts 40,000 Dao Ancestor Trees reaching the sky, 3 million Dao Soldiers arrayed in formation, and 15 peak Dao Ancestors presiding over the region.

Zi Xiao and Leng You sent people to test the waters one after another, but all of them returned empty-handed.

……

The Blazing Dao Lord's hand holding the jade slip trembled slightly.

The Ghost Clan.

The Ghost Clan, feared throughout the myriad realms, was infamous for its ferocity. It devoured countless vast lands and slaughtered countless living beings, yet he managed to wipe out an entire branch of them.
Ten thousand strange trees, the lord of the strange race, were wiped out just like that?
The Blazing Emperor Daoist took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and said in a deep voice, "Summon all the strategists and hold a meeting immediately."

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao bowed: "As you command."

Half an incense stick later.

In the main hall of the Blazing Dao Palace, nine Dao Ancestors stood on both sides, their bodies wreathed in crimson flames, each with a different expression.

The Blazing Emperor Dao Master sat high on the Dao Platform, his gaze sweeping over the ancestors, and said in a deep voice, "This is the truth about that person."

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao raised his hand, and a light screen appeared, displaying various information about the Chaos Dao Lord.

The Lord of the Chaotic Vast Land, late stage of the Transformation Realm, who annihilated a branch of the Ghost Clan, and commanded 40,000 Ancestral Trees, 3 million Dao Soldiers, and 15 Peak Dao Ancestors...

As the light curtain shifted, the expressions of all the ancestors changed.

Dao Ancestor Lieyan suddenly stood up, his crimson flames surging like a tide: "Exterminate a branch of the Ghost Clan? This person has only recently transformed into a Daoist and has already advanced to this realm. Could it be a lie!"

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao said in a deep voice: "The secret envoy infiltrated Zixiao and Lengyou, spending three hundred years to investigate. This matter cannot be false. The branch of the Gui Clan occupied a newly formed vast domain, devouring countless passing cultivators. This person bumped into them and directly refined them."

The hall was deathly silent.

The infamous reputation of the Ghost Clan was known to all the ancestors present. Those creatures devoured the vast land, slaughtered living beings, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake; even those in the late-stage of the Transformation Realm would find them troublesome. Yet the Chaos Dao Lord, he annihilated an entire clan and even refined their source cores?

Dao Ancestor Lieyan swallowed hard: "Dao Master, can we afford to offend someone like this?"

The Blazing Dao Lord's face was gloomy: "Provoke? He provoked me first! I've been eyeing that innate seven-colored Dao Vine for ten thousand years, but he snatched it. When I chased after him to ask for it back, he attacked without saying a word, even swallowing thirty percent of my Dao Fire and taking the fragments of the Burning Heaven Dao Cauldron!"

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao pondered and said, "Dao Master, he was indeed in the wrong first. But this person's strength is unfathomable, and it would be unwise to fight him head-on."

Dao Ancestor Lieyan nodded: "Yes, Dao Lord, he was able to wipe out a branch of the Ghost Clan. Even if we, the entire Chihuang Domain, were to use all our strength, we might not be able to defeat him. Even if we did, we would be severely injured, and then Zixiao and Lengyou would take advantage of the situation..."

The Blazing Emperor's gaze turned cold: "You mean, you're just going to let it go like this?"

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao shook his head: "Dao Master, please calm down. Of course, we cannot let it go. But revenge requires timing. If we cannot fight head-on, we must find another way."

The Blazing Dao Lord stared at him: "Speak."

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao raised his hand, and a star map appeared in the void, marking three points of light: Zixiao, Lengyou, and Hunhun.

"Zixiao and Lengyou have both sent people to probe, but they have all returned empty-handed. The Lord of Ziji and the Dao Lord of Yousha must be unwilling to accept this." Dao Ancestor Aoxiao pointed to the two points of light and continued, "Dao Lord, we are in the dark, while they are in the light. Why don't we wait for them..."

Upon hearing this, Dao Ancestor Lieyan's brows relaxed, and he immediately understood the brilliance of the plan. However, he felt unwilling to let Li Mu go and just watch silently.

The main hall of the Blazing Palace remained silent for a long time.

The Blazing Dao Lord sat high on the Dao Platform, his body surrounded by surging crimson-gold flames, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao stood with his head bowed, awaiting the Dao Lord's decision.

Dao Ancestor Lieyan couldn't hold back any longer and said in a deep voice, "Dao Master, that scoundrel stole our things and swallowed our Dao Fire. Are we just going to stand by and watch? I can't swallow this!"

The Blazing Dao Lord raised his eyes and glanced at Lie Yan: "You have to swallow it whether you like it or not."

Daoist Lieyan choked.

The Blazing Dao Master rose and paced across the platform, crimson-gold flames flowing with his movements: "Zixiao, Lengyou, and Chaos are entangled. That old thing Ziji wants to devour Chaos, that old ghost Yousha also wants a share, and that kid Chaos is no pushover either."

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao nodded: "Dao Lord, you are wise. The three parties stand in a tripartite balance, checking and balancing each other. If I, Chihuang, were to rashly intervene, I would surely become the target of everyone's criticism."

The Blazing Emperor Daoist sneered: "Since Ziji and Yousha want to take the plunge, I will grant their wish."

Dao Ancestor Lieyan scratched his head: "Does the Dao Master mean... just watch them fight?"

The Blazing Dao Lord took his seat, his eyes flashing: "Watch them fight. Once the three sides are exhausted and that brat Chaos reveals a weakness, I will make my move and take back everything with interest."

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao cupped his hands and said, "The Dao Lord is wise."

The Blazing Emperor Dao Lord raised his hand, and a crimson jade crystal transformed into a stream of light, flying towards Ao Xiao: "Send orders to the secret envoy to keep a close watch on the movements of the three parties. If there are any unusual movements, send a message immediately."

Dao Ancestor Aoxiao accepted the jade slip, bowed, and replied, "As you command."

The Blazing Dao Lord looked out of the hall, his gaze piercing through the endless void and landing in the direction of the Chaotic Land. He said coldly, "Li Mu, I'll be waiting. Waiting for the day you reveal your weakness."

……

In the depths of endless void.

A chilling white light filled the air, and a deathly silence hung heavy.

A strange white throne floated in the center of the void. The throne was ten thousand feet tall, its entire body a strange white as wax, engraved with countless twisted Dao patterns, the patterns winding like snakes, flowing with a pale, eerie light. Below the throne, billions of strange white roots burrowed into the depths of the void, the ends of the roots hanging with countless corpses, densely packed, covering the sky and the earth, each one a Dao Ancestor in cultivation.

On the throne sat a twisted, distorted figure.

The outlines formed by the eerie white fluid sometimes appeared as humans, sometimes as beasts, and sometimes as hills piled high with countless heads. The skin, like solidified amber, constantly flowed, dripped, and regenerated; in the head area, facial features appeared and disappeared, the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose constantly shifting, merging, and splitting. In the deepest part, a pair of deathly white pupils twitched, their irises reflecting endless death.

A strange white crystal core floated in front of the Dao Lord of the Ghost Clan.

The crystal core was three inches in size, entirely white, with countless twisted Dao patterns flowing across its surface. At this moment, the crystal core trembled violently, its surface riddled with cracks.

With a crisp "crack," the crystal core shattered.

Within the shattered crystal core, a scene manifested—the Lord of the Chaotic Vast Land, shrouded in a hazy, gray light, stood in the center of the eerie white void. The roots of the Chaotic Dao Tree pierced into the trunks of ten thousand eerie trees, frantically absorbing the essence of the eerie race. The ten thousand eerie trees withered, and the bodies of the eerie race became transparent, transforming into an eerie white crystal core, which fell into the man's palm.

The scene vanished, and the crystal fragments turned to ashes.

The twisted figure of the Demon Clan Dao Lord suddenly froze.

His deathly pale pupils contracted sharply, and two clusters of pale white flames leaped wildly. Within the flames, countless images flickered—ten thousand eerie trees withered, human faces and fallen leaves, billions of corpses disintegrated, the final struggle of the Evil Lord…

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh—" the twisted thing screamed.

The shrieks were silent, yet they reverberated through the void. Billions of tendrils trembled in unison, and the hanging corpses opened their eyes simultaneously, their deathly gazes locking onto the distorted mass. The corpses opened their mouths, followed by shrieks, and billions of shrieks mingled together, transforming into chaotic, eerie thoughts that spread in all directions.

"Dead...dead..."

"Swallowed...all swallowed..."

"The tree...the tree is gone..." "The eyes...the eyes are closed..."

"It hurts... it hurts..."

"Revenge...what is revenge..."

"Eat him...eat him..."

"Turn him into a tree...hang him up..."

"Yes... hang it up... it won't hurt if you hang it up..."

Chaotic babbling poured from the twisted creature, countless sounds overlapping, mixing, and tearing. Facial features constantly appeared and disappeared on the surface of the fluid, each face repeating different fragments.

Deep within the void, streaks of eerie white light began to illuminate.

In the easternmost point, a strange white pillar of light shot into the sky. Within the pillar, a distorted form manifested, sometimes as a sphere of countless intertwined arms, sometimes as a tree growing upside down, and sometimes as a pile of corpses endlessly repeating the moment of death. Pale white eyes opened, gazing towards the center.

In the westernmost point, eerie white beams of light shone forth. Within these beams, billions of human faces churned in a liquid, each face screaming, each mouth repeating the same phrase… One after another, eerie white beams of light illuminated, densely packed, covering the sky and the earth.

Ten breaths later, forty-nine eerie white pillars of light stood tall in the depths of the void.

The 49th Regiment's distortion and manifestation.

Some are enormous heads covered with tiny heads that bite each other; some are giant nets woven from countless roots, with half-dead corpses hanging from them; some are fleshy spheres that expand and contract constantly, each contraction spitting out countless eyeballs; some are limbs that crawl forever, with mouths at the ends of the limbs gnawing at the void.

Forty-nine distorted figures, forty-nine pairs of pale eyes, all staring at the central throne.

The central mass twisted and trembled, with gushing fluid.

The screams of the corpses abruptly ceased.

Billions of corpses fell silent, and deathly silence enveloped the void.

The central, distorted opening...

Countless sounds arose simultaneously, overlapping, chaotic, and tearing—

"Destroyed...destroyed...destroyed..."

"By someone...by someone...by someone..."

"Swallowed...swallowed it all...swallowed it..."

"The tree is dead... the Lord is dead... they are all dead..."

"Revenge...revenge...what is revenge..."

"Eat him...eat him...eat him..."

"Hang it up... hang it up... it won't hurt if you hang it up..."

The murmurs echoed in the void, and the forty-nine distorted clusters trembled in unison.

Forty-nine pairs of pale white eyes twitched simultaneously.

The distorted mass at the easternmost point began to claw at the void with countless arms, each claw leaving a pale claw mark.

From the distorted mass in the westernmost point, billions of faces spoke simultaneously, repeating the same phrase: "Hang it up... hang it up... hang it up..."

In Antarctica, the tiny heads on the surface of that twisted, gigantic head were frantically tearing at each other, then regenerating, then tearing apart again.

……

Forty-nine twists, forty-nine kinds of madness, forty-nine strange thoughts, mixed together, swept across the entire void.

The central, twisted mass raised a tentacle formed from solidified slurry.

The tentacles pointed towards the chaotic vast land.

The 49th Regiment twisted and turned in unison, their 49 pairs of pale eyes all looking in that direction.

"Go! Go! Go……"

"Eat it...eat it...eat it..."

"Hang it up... hang it up... hang it up..."

“Turn him into a tree…turn him into a corpse…turn him into us…”

"Yes... become us... become us and it won't hurt anymore..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore... it doesn't hurt anymore... it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Mutterings rose and fell, and forty-nine eerie white beams of light trembled.

Roots spread, corpses wriggled, and sap churned.

The Forty-Ninth Regiment began to move, slowly advancing towards the Chaotic Vast Land.

Wherever it passed, the void twisted, the laws of the Dao collapsed, and the primordial energy turned into deathly silence.

On the central throne, the distorted figure was the last to move.

His pale eyes twitched, reflecting the chaotic vastness of the earth and that gray figure within them.

Countless murmurs poured out of the fluid, overlapping into one sentence, "If you become us... it won't hurt anymore..."

……

The primordial chaos, the source of all paths.

Seven primordial ancestral trees stand tall, their seven colors of light—red, blue, yellow, white, purple, and gray—intertwining into a sea. Among their branches and leaves are abundant Dao fruits, each containing the true meaning of the primordial Great Dao.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body surrounded by a hazy, ethereal light that resonated with the trees.

Five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Gu Xi and Hao Tian, ​​the two ancestors, arrived together.

"Dao Master." Dao Ancestor Gu Xi bowed, his clear eyes filled with joy. "In five hundred years, the number of Dao Ancestor Trees has increased to fifty thousand, and the number of Dao Soldiers has exceeded five million."

Dao Ancestor Haotian chuckled, "The Origin Cauldron absorbs day and night, and the Seven Trees refine and purify it. The Origin Vein Spirit Network's circulation speed is more than ten times faster than it was five hundred years ago."

Li Mu opened his eyes, his gaze swirling with chaotic starlight: "How are the various regions?"

As the ancient Dao Ancestor raised his hand, a screen of light appeared.

In the Thunder Pool of the Eastern Region, the trunk of the Thunder Ancestor Tree is over a million feet thick, its canopy covering the sky. Purple lightning condenses into a sea of ​​thunder among its branches and leaves. Thunder Ancestor Lei Yan sits cross-legged under the tree, his body surrounded by purple lightning, his aura as solid as a mountain.

In the Western Regions, the Weak Water, the ancestral tree of the Weak Water, has swaying branches and leaves, and black waves surging into the sea. The Dao Ancestor of the Weak Water stands by the water, with water dragons swirling around him.

In the Southern Fire Prison, the flames of the Ancestral Fire Tree soared a million feet high, with white light leaping from its core. Iron Head sat cross-legged beneath the tree, his crimson flames contained, and his aura was thirty percent stronger than it had been five hundred years ago.

In the icy plains of the North, the moonlight cascades down like a waterfall from the Ice Blue Ancestral Tree. Xue'er sits cross-legged beneath the tree, her Taiyin True Eyes rotating between her brows, with the phases of the full moon and the waning moon standing side by side.

The central Wu Earth, the ancestral tree of Wu Earth, the yellow earth shines brightly, and the roots of the Green Jade Ginseng King spread across the entire vast land.

In the Golden Ape Ancestral Domain, countless crimson gold Dao Fruits condensed on the canopy of the Crimson Gold Ancestral Tree. Little Golden sat cross-legged under the tree, his crimson gold battle aura soaring into the sky. Natural battle patterns on his back condensed into battle armor. His injuries were completely healed, and his cultivation advanced to the peak of the Dao Integration Realm.

Xiao Wa sat cross-legged beneath the Xuanming Ancestral Tree, his body covered in thick rock armor, his aura deep and concentrated.

The Crimson Fire Phoenix spread its wings above the Fiery Prison, its phoenix eyes blazing brightly, and the Heavenly Flame surging around its body, thirty percent stronger than it was five hundred years ago.

The Azure Moon Dragon coiled above the Weak Water, its scales a vibrant green, its eyes brimming with power.

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The light curtain shifted, revealing scenes from various realms one by one. (End of Chapter)