Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

At this moment, the Lord of Purple Extremes left behind an avatar, while his true body vanished into the void, transforming into a streak of purple light that silently passed through the turbulent battlefield.

In the Myriad Source Sea, seven primordial ancestral trees stand silently. Their crimson trunks shimmer with the luster of lava, their cyan branches and leaves droop with the vitality of wood, and their blue canopies surge with illusory waves... The seven colors of Dao light intertwine to form a sea, reflecting the entire Source Sea.

The Lord of Purple Extremes broke through the void and stood above the Origin Sea. His purple eyes swept over the seven ancestral trees, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"The foundation of the vast land".

The Lord of Purple Extremes gripped the Purple Cloud Dao Sword tightly, its blade swirling with nine purple suns, its sword intent soaring to the heavens.

"I'll kill you all, then let's see what that kid can use to hold him back!"

Before he could finish speaking, the sword struck down.

The purple light tore through the sky, transforming into nine purple suns that hung above the source sea. The blazing purple flames poured down like a celestial river, crashing down upon the seven ancestral trees.

The purple flames slashed fiercely into the seven-colored sea of ​​light, and the seven primordial ancestral trees reacted instantly.

Above the crimson crown of the ancestral tree, the phantom of a golden crow flapped its wings and cried out, while the Heavenly Flame of Burning Heaven soared into the sky, meeting the purple flames.

Above the canopy of the azure ancestral tree, the phantom of an azure dragon coiled, its roar shaking the heavens, and the vitality of the Yi wood surged forth like a tide.

Above the blue ancestral tree canopy, the phantom of Xuanwu raised its head, and the Weak Water surged.

Above the yellow ancestral tree canopy, the phantom of a Qilin treads on clouds, and the radiant light of the Earth element soars into the sky.

Above the white ancestral tree canopy, the phantom of a white tiger crouches, its sharp, metallic edge tearing through the sky.

Above the crown of the purple ancestral tree, the phantom of the Thunder God held a hammer, and purple lightning swept across the void.

Above the canopy of the bluish-gray ancestral tree, a phantom image flickered in the wind, and a hurricane swept through.

The seven-colored light intertwined to form a sea, colliding fiercely with the blazing purple flames.

With a deafening roar, the Origin Sea surged, and the chaotic energy flowed backward.

The Golden Crow flaps its wings, its Heavenly Fire scorching the purple flames. The Azure Dragon swings its tail, its Wood element entwining with the purple sun. The Black Tortoise raises its head, its Weak Water surging towards the purple flames, yet, wherever the purple flames pass, the seven-colored Dao light dissipates layer by layer.

The golden crow shrieked, and the black tortoise shell cracked... The seven spirits retreated, and the light of the Dao dimmed.

The moment the purple flame touched the seven primordial ancestral trees.

The spiritual pool surged.

The primordial elixir boiled, and milky white light shot into the sky. A figure leaped out of the pool, transforming into a hundred-foot-long milky white light curtain that stretched between the giant palm and the seven trees.

Xiao Yuan.

He was a young boy with delicate features. His body was covered in a mixture of milky white and gray, and he spread his arms to form a barrier.

"stop!"

Xiao Yuan shouted sharply, and a milky white light surged forth, protecting the seven ancestral trees behind him.

"What kind of thing dares to talk back to me!"

The Lord of Purple Extremes sneered, his purple light surged, and he struck out with his palm, slamming it hard into Xiao Yuan's body.

With a deafening roar, milky white light exploded, Xiao Yuan's body shattered, blood mist sprayed out, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the trunk of the crimson ancestral tree.

Xiao Yuan struggled to his feet, his milky-white radiance dimmed, and cracks spread like a spider web around him. He staggered to his feet, then spread his arms again, standing in front of Qi Shu.

"No, don't hurt them..."

The Lord of Purple Extremes had icy purple eyes, and the Purple Cloud Dao Sword flew out of his hand, hovering above the Little Source.

"Do fireflies dare to rival the moon's brilliance?"

The sword fell.

A purple light pierced through Xiao Yuan's chest.

Xiao Yuan shuddered and looked down at his chest, where a fist-sized hole pierced through his chest, from which milky white essence surged out and dissipated into the void.

Xiao Yuan opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word. He only spat out a mouthful of milky white blood, looking utterly miserable.

Behind him, the seven ancestral trees trembled in unison. Light flickered among the branches and leaves, conveying a sense of grief.

On the trunk of the crimson ancestral tree, a point of crimson light flickered, and the phantom of the golden crow barely condensed, flapping its wings and whistling, unable to fight any longer.

On the trunk of the azure ancestral tree, the phantom of an azure dragon appeared, its eyes filled with tears, and its roar was mournful.

Xiao Yuan turned around, looked at Qi Shu, and grinned.

"Don't be afraid... Father... will come back..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yuan's body shattered.

The milky white light exploded, turning into countless specks of light that scattered into the void.

On the banks of the Spirit Pool.

Xue'er sat cross-legged by the pool, her Taiyin True Eyes rotating between her brows. Moonlight fell and nourished her source sea. Suddenly, the spiritual pool surged, the source liquid boiled, and the milky white light suddenly shone brightly before dimming.

Xue'er trembled and looked up into the depths of the Source Sea.

There, the seven-colored light dimmed, and purple light shot into the sky.

Xiao Yuan's presence has vanished!

Xue'er's face turned deathly pale, her icy blue eyes filled with panic.

"Xiao Yuan!"

Xue'er stood up, and the Taiyin True Eye spun wildly. The waxing and waning of the moon merged into one, and the cold moonlight transformed into a long river of moonlight, rushing straight into the depths of the Origin Sea.

The moonlight touched the depths of the Origin Sea, reflecting the figure of the Lord of the Purple Extreme. He stood before the Seven Trees, with the Purple Cloud Dao Sword hanging beside him, its blade dripping milky white Dao blood. The trunks of the Seven Trees were covered with cracks, their branches and leaves withered, and the illusory images of the Seven Spirits dimmed and dissipated.

However, Xiaoyuan has disappeared.

Xue'er felt a chill run through her body. In the next instant, her Taiyin True Eye suddenly shone brightly, and the moonlight surged, transforming into a clear, cold pillar of light that shot straight into the void of the vast land. She telepathically transmitted to Li Mu: "Brother Li! Little Yuan, it... it has dissipated!!"

In the center of the battlefield.

Li Mu swung his axe and shattered a dark, monstrous dragon, when suddenly his whole body trembled.

Deep within his brow, Xue'er's telepathic message exploded, causing the chaotic star vortex in Li Mu's eyes to abruptly stop.

The next instant, Li Mu's chaotic star vortex spun wildly, the scene of birth and death of all worlds within it exploded, his killing intent soared to the sky, and he looked towards the direction of the Myriad Dao Source Sea. The gray Dao light around his body suddenly shone brightly, and the chaotic dragon roared to the sky.

Li Mu raised his hand and grasped, the Chaos Giant Axe condensing in his palm. The seven-colored Dao patterns on the axe body shone brightly, emitting seven-colored sharpness.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Lord of the Netherworld attacked, his long, black halberd piercing straight into the back of the heart.

Li Mu didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand casually.

The Chaos Treasure Palace opened wide, and within its gates, the chaotic sea of ​​energy surged. A colossal chaotic dragon burst forth, its claws tearing down and seizing a jet-black halberd. With a powerful grip, the halberd shattered.

The Lord of the Netherworld groaned and retreated ten thousand miles.

Li Mu took a step forward, and his figure vanished from the spot.

The Netherworld Dao Master steadied himself, his eerie green eyes gazing towards the Myriad Dao Source Sea. He exclaimed with delight, "That old bastard Ziji, he succeeded?"

The myriad sources of the sea surged and boiled.

The void suddenly tore open, and a gray light shot into the sky. Li Mu stepped through the void and descended, with a chaotic dragon coiled behind him. Its eyes were like abysses, staring intently at the purple figure deep in the source sea.

The trunks of the seven primordial ancestral trees were covered with cracks, and more than half of their branches and leaves had withered. The seven illusory spirits dimmed and dissipated. The golden crow lowered its head, the azure dragon coiled up, the black tortoise shell cracked, the qilin staggered on its four hooves, the white tiger crouched, the thunder god's hammer hand fell down, and the wind god's sleeves were torn.

At the edge of the Spirit Pool, the milky white light dissipated completely, and Xiao Yuan's aura vanished entirely.

Li Mu's gaze fell on that scene, and the chaotic star vortex in his eyes suddenly froze.

The next instant, the chaotic star vortex spun wildly, the scene of birth and death of all worlds within it exploded, killing intent soared into the sky, the entire source sea froze, the chaotic air currents swirled back, and all the laws of nature trembled.

The Lord of Purple Extremes stood with his hands behind his back, his body shimmering with purple light. The Purple Heaven Dao Sword hung beside him, its blade dripping with milky-white Dao blood. He raised his eyes to look at Li Mu, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You've arrived quite quickly." The Lord of Purple Extremes said coldly, "Unfortunately, it's too late. That little thing has already turned to ashes, and the roots of the seven trees have been completely destroyed. What are you going to use to support it?" Li Mu remained silent, and the gray Dao light suddenly shone brightly.

The Chaos Treasure Palace burst open with a roar, its gates wide open, and the chaotic sea of ​​energy within churned like boiling water. The next moment, seven thick, gray roots emerged from the palace gates, like dragons, and instantly pierced the trunks of the seven primordial ancestral trees.

The seven innate Dao trees trembled violently.

On the crimson ancestral tree trunk, gray roots pierced deep into its heart, causing the tree to tremble violently. Crimson light surged, intertwining and merging with the gray radiance.

Above the cyan ancestral tree trunk, gray roots coiled upwards, and the vitality of the Yi wood surged forth like a tide, resonating with the chaotic Dao essence.

Above the blue ancestral tree trunk, gray roots penetrated into the heart of the tree, where weak water surged and merged into chaos.

Above the yellow ancestral tree trunk, gray roots penetrate the root system, and the light of the Earth element soars into the sky, merging with chaos.

Above the white ancestral tree trunk, gray roots entwine around it, and the sharp edge of Geng metal cleaved through the sky, merging into the chaotic Dao essence.

Above the purple ancestral tree trunk, gray roots extended into the canopy, and purple lightning traversed the void, intertwining with chaotic Dao patterns.

Above the trunk of the ancestral tree, gray roots entwine the branches and leaves, a hurricane sweeps through, merging with the chaotic light of the Dao.

Seven-colored light soared into the sky, with red, cyan, blue, yellow, white, purple, and cyan-gray intertwined and completely merging with the gray Dao light. Roots spread wildly, surging out from the trunks of the seven trees, rolling back along the source vein spiritual network, and fiercely piercing into Li Mu's Dao body.

Seven needles were inserted into the back, chest, limbs, and head.

Seven-colored Dao patterns spread out from where the roots entered. The red Dao pattern flowed like lava and covered the right arm; the blue Dao pattern was like the roots of an ancient tree and wrapped around the left arm; the blue Dao pattern was like surging waves and covered the back; the yellow Dao pattern was like a heavy mountain and covered the legs; the white Dao pattern was like a sharp blade splitting the sky and covered the chest; the purple Dao pattern was like thunderbolts and covered the waist and abdomen; and the bluish-gray Dao pattern was like a hurricane sweeping and covered the neck.

Seven-colored Dao patterns intertwined and converged at the center of the brow, condensing into a chaotic Dao pattern, with flowing lines resembling the creation of heaven and earth.

Li Mu's aura surged, and a gray Dao light soared into the sky, causing the entire Origin Sea to churn. The chaotic air currents reversed, and all the laws of the Dao resounded. The trunks of the seven primordial ancestral trees grew rapidly, and the seven-colored Dao light shone brightly among the branches and leaves. On the tree crowns, the seven spiritual phantoms reunited.

"Old man, prepare to die!" Li Mu roared, and the next moment, seven gray roots pierced deep into his chaotic body, and seven-colored Dao patterns spread and intertwined on his body like living things.

Li Mu's body was enveloped in a surge of gray Dao light, causing the entire Myriad Dao Origin Sea to churn like boiling water, the chaotic energy to reverse, and the myriad Dao laws to resonate in unison.

The seven primordial ancestral trees grew thicker and their canopies expanded, with seven-colored Dao light shining brightly among their branches and leaves. The Golden Crow flapped its wings and cried out, the Azure Dragon coiled and sang, the Black Tortoise raised its head and roared, the Qilin strode through the clouds and howled, the White Tiger looked up and roared to the sky, the Thunder God held his hammer and roared angrily, and the Wind God flicked his sleeves and sang. The seven spirits roared in unison, transforming into seven streams of light that merged into the chaotic Dao pattern between Li Mu's brows.

The Dao patterns shone brightly, and within them flowed a scene of creation and the opening of the world.

Li Mu's aura rose steadily.

The transformation process is stable in its later stages.

Peak of the late stage of the Transformation Realm.

The primordial sea solidified, the chaotic energy flowed still, and all laws of nature submitted.

The Lord of Purple Extremes' expression changed drastically, and his figure transformed into a streak of purple light, fleeing towards the source sea. Suddenly, the gray void ahead brightened with a burst of light, and the Chaos Dao Domain descended like a curtain from the sky, sealing off the retreat route.

Without hesitation, the Lord of Purple Extremes unleashed the Purple Cloud Dao Sword, its purple light tearing through the sky as it slashed toward the boundary of the Dao Domain.

The sword light touched the hazy light, vanishing without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.

Li Mu raised his hand and grasped it, the Chaos Giant Axe solidifying in his palm.

The axe body was gray, with flowing pure and turbid energies, and the axe blade was surrounded by seven colors, reflecting the scene of birth and death of all worlds within.

The Lord of Purple Extremes opened his purple eyes wide, the Purple Cloud Dao Sword flew out of his hand, the nine purple suns suddenly shone brightly, and the Heaven-Burning Purple Flames surged out like a tide. The nine Purple Sun Dao Spirits reunited, their bodies growing tenfold, and they pounced on Li Mu.

Li Mu raised his axe and brought it down, a gray line tearing through the sky. Wherever the axe light passed, the void solidified and time stood still.

With a deafening roar, the nine Dao Spirits screamed in unison as their battle halberds shattered, their Dao bodies exploded, and purple flames scattered everywhere.

However, the axe's momentum remained undiminished, striking directly at the blade of the Purple Cloud Sword.

With a loud "bang!",
The Lord of Purple Extremes was sent flying far away, sword and all, spitting out a mouthful of purple-gold blood, his body shattering.

Li Mu, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage and took a second step forward, axe in hand.

The Lord of Purple Extremes roared, his hands forming a seal. Nine purple suns spun in unison, and the blazing purple flames condensed into nine purple flame dragons. The dragons opened their mouths and spewed out pillars of purple flame light.

Li Mu raised his axe and brought it down.

The axe light cleaved through the sky, slashing into the pillar of purple-gold light. The pillar of light exploded, scattering purple flames in all directions. The axe light, undeterred, continued its momentum, slashing towards the nine purple suns.

With a loud clang, the first purple sun shattered.

"Clang!" Another loud noise rang out, and the second purple sun shattered.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

……

The seven purple suns shattered one after another, their purple flames filling the sky and turning the entire Origin Sea a deep purple-red.

Before the ninth Purple Sun, the figure of the Purple Extreme Lord appeared, his hands outstretched, purple light surging forth, desperately blocking the axe light.

The axe blade hangs above the purple sun, its seven-colored light flickering.

Li Mu's eyes were icy cold, and his chaotic Dao energy surged wildly.

The axe light increased by another three points.

"Crack!"

The ninth purple sun shattered, purple flames exploded, and the axe light slashed straight into the chest of the Purple Extreme Lord.

With a "rip!" sound, a deep, bloody gash appeared on the body of the Purple Extreme Lord, running from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. Purple-gold blood gushed out like a spring, revealing his internal organs, broken meridians, and shattered acupoints.

The Lord of Purple Extremes was sent flying tens of thousands of miles away, crashing heavily into the boundary of the Chaos Dao Domain. His Dao body was embedded in the Dao Domain, covered with cracks.

Li Mu raised his axe and took his third step.

The Lord of Purple Extremes struggled to his feet, his purple light dimming, his body shattered by seventy percent, and his aura weakening.

"stop!"

The Lord of the Purple Extremes roared, "I am willing to withdraw my troops, and our two domains will never invade each other again!"

Li Mu remained silent, then raised his axe and stepped forward.

The Lord of Purple Extremes said urgently, "I will compensate with the Origin Vein, the Dao Crystal, and the Ancestral Tree. Whatever you want, I will give you!"

Li Mu stopped, his gaze indifferent.

The Lord of Purple Extremes breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak.

"It's too late to back down now!" Li Mu raised his axe and brought it down.

The third axe strike, a gray line tearing through the sky, aimed at the head of the Purple Extreme Lord.

The Lord of Purple Extremes changed his hand seals in quick succession, and nine purple suns suddenly shone brightly. Burning purple flames surged out like a tide, and within the purple flames, nine purple-gold fire dragons soared into the sky, their mouths open, spewing out pillars of purple-gold light.

The beam of light burned through the void and struck Li Mu directly.

Li Mu neither dodged nor evaded; the Chaos Treasure Palace opened wide, engulfing all nine pillars of light. Within the treasure palace, the chaotic sea of ​​energy churned, and purple-gold light exploded, being refined layer by layer.

The Lord of Purple Extremes' expression darkened. He raised his hand in a feint, and the nine purple-gold Dao Spirits roared in unison, their battle halberds thrusting again. The tails of the nine purple-gold fire dragons swept across, crashing down on Li Mu.

Li Mu swung his axe to meet the attack, the axe light tearing through the sky, shattering three Dao Spirits. The Chaos Dragon roared, its claws tearing apart two fire dragons. However, the Dao Spirits reassembled, and the fire dragons were reborn, endlessly.

The Lord of Purple Extremes stood at the center of the nine suns, his body surging with purple light, his Dao body riddled with cracks, his essence greatly depleted. He raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the void, shouting sharply, "You Sha, why haven't you made your move yet!"

A faint light flashed in the depths of the void.

The Lord of the Netherworld Path arrived, his body surging with deathly energy. His eerie green eyes surveyed the battle. He glanced at the Lord of the Purple Extreme, then at Li Mu, his expression shifting between light and dark, as if he were hesitating about something.

The Lord of Purple Extremes roared, "If I am defeated, do you think he will let you go?"

The Lord of the Netherworld snorted coldly, holding a long, black halberd horizontally in front of him, his deathly aura surging like a tide.

"I know, you don't need to tell me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Netherworld Dao Master took a step forward, his long spear sweeping across, its ghostly light slashing towards Li Mu's back. (End of Chapter)