Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Deep within the myriad origins of the sea, Li Mu sat cross-legged in the void, immersed in the solid foundation of the primordial chaos. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Li Mu opened his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. Before going into seclusion, he had set up a restriction to isolate the Myriad Origin Sea from the outside world. Anything that could penetrate this place and cause such unease was no small matter, and it was certainly not a warning of war!

It's an unusual disturbance!
Li Mu narrowed his eyes, and his chaotic will spread out, instantly reaching into the boundless void.

Hundreds of millions of miles beyond the borders of the Chaotic Vast Land, within the void fault, streaks of eerie white light flickered and faded.

The distorted object of the Forty-Ninth Regiment slowly advanced.

Some are like giant beasts, with heads as big as mountains and bodies disintegrating into countless roots, with corpses hanging from the ends of the roots; some are like clouds of mist, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, turning into billions of points of light when they disperse, and condensing into a distorted human face when they gather; some are just a ball of light, within which countless arms are intertwined and tearing.

Wherever it passed, the void lost its color, and a deathly grayness spread like a plague. The Dao collapsed, fragments of laws scattered like snowflakes, the primordial energy solidified, and the turbulent currents ceased.

Behind the forty-nine distorted entities, a strange white light stretched out, covering the sky and rushing towards the chaotic land.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed.

They are the Ghost Clan, and there is more than one of them.

The 49th Regiment's mysterious sources all arrived.

Li Mu opened his eyes and woke up, his gaze filled with a chaotic vortex of stars, but he was not surprised but rather delighted.

The matter of the various domains and the chaotic lands was like a thorn in Li Mu's side, and he was worried about how to deal with it. Now, these strange races had come knocking on his door. If he used them well, they could buy some time for the chaotic lands.

The most scarce resource in the Chaotic Vast Land is time.

With a thought, Li Mu sent out his divine sense.

"Gu Xi, Hao Tian, ​​come and see me."

On the Starry Dao Platform, Gu Xi and Hao Tian, ​​the two ancestors, were both startled, and then their figures disappeared and vanished into the Origin Sea.

Li Mu stood among the seven trees, his body surrounded by a hazy, ethereal light, and the seven spirits.

Gu Xi Dao Zu bowed: "Dao Master".

Dao Ancestor Haotian stood with his hands clasped in front of him.

Li Mu looked into the depths of the void and said in a deep voice, "The Ghost Clan has arrived."

Gu Xi Daozu's expression changed: "The Ghost Clan?"

Dao Ancestor Haotian quickly calculated with his fingers, his starry eyes suddenly brightened, and a light screen appeared on the screen. In the void rift hundreds of millions of miles away, forty-nine strange white lights flashed, covering the sky and the earth, and surged towards Haotian.

Haotian Daozu exclaimed in surprise, "Forty-nine groups of strange origins!"

Li Mu nodded: "The vanguard has reached the border."

Dao Ancestor Gu Xi asked urgently, "Dao Master, how should we deal with this?"

Li Mu waved his hand: "Send orders to all domains to prepare for war. Dao soldiers should be arrayed, ancestral trees should take root, and the source vein spiritual network should be fully operational."

Dao Ancestor Haotian cupped his hands and said, "As you command."

As the ancient Dao Ancestor turned around, the clear light of Gui Cang fell, condensing into a talisman that pierced the sky and disappeared.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, forty thousand ancestral trees trembled in unison, their branches weaving into a sea of ​​Dao light. In the Thunder Pool of the Eastern Region, Dao Ancestor Lei Yan abruptly rose, purple lightning crackling, and three thousand Thunder Dao Soldiers arrayed in formation. In the Fire Prison of the Southern Region, Iron Head roared, the illusory image of the Blazing Fire Ancestral Tree swelled, and thirty thousand Blazing Fire Dao Soldiers arrayed in formation. In the Weak Water of the Western Region, Dao Ancestor Weak Water stepped out onto the water, the Weak Water surging with turbulent waves, and two thousand Weak Water Dao Soldiers arrayed in formation. In the Ice Plains of the Northern Region, Xue'er's Taiyin True Eye spun between her brows, moonlight cascading like a waterfall, and three thousand Ice Soul Dao Soldiers arrayed in formation. In the Golden Ape Ancestral Domain, Little Golden leaped into the air, crimson-gold battle aura soaring into the sky, and three thousand battle apes arrayed in formation.

Five million Dao soldiers moved in unison, and various colors of Dao light soared into the sky.

At the boundary of the chaotic vast land, the void suddenly shone brightly.

Three eerie white beams of light pierced through the air and landed in front of the array wall.

The first tangled mass transformed into a colossal sphere of countless intertwined arms, towering tens of thousands of feet high. Each arm clawed at the void, corroding it wherever its fingertips passed, leaving behind ghastly white claw marks. At the center of the sphere, countless heads were piled up, their mouths agape, shrieking and uttering a torrent of delirious murmurs.

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

The second twisted mass transformed into an upside-down, eerie tree. Its trunk was deathly white, like alabaster, its branches and leaves drooping, and its roots pointing skyward. The roots plunged into the void, frantically drawing in the resentment of the remaining corpses. The remains of the soldiers from the Purple Cloud and Cold Nether Domains floated in the void, their resentment surging forth like a tide, flowing into the eerie tree along the roots. The tree's trunk swelled violently, and countless human-faced fruits condensed among its branches and leaves. The faces opened their mouths, repeating the screams of their final moments.

The third distorted mass transformed into a pile of corpses endlessly repeating the moment of death. Within the pile, billions of corpses lay layer upon layer, each replaying its final struggle—some were decapitated, their heads rolling off and regenerating, only to be decapitated again; some were burned, reduced to ashes and then coalescing, only to be burned again; some were devoured, swallowed and then expelled, only to be swallowed again. The pile of corpses shrieked, its sound shaking the void.

The three distorted and trembling masses crashed into the chaotic array.

The giant sphere crashed into the array wall, countless arms scratched at it, pale claw marks left their mark, the array wall hissed and flickered with gray light.

The roots of the strange tree pierced into the array wall, drawing power from the source veins, while the human-faced fruit opened its mouth to devour the array patterns.

The pile of corpses shrieked, the sound waves vibrated the array walls, and cracks appeared in the array walls.

The chaotic array trembled violently, and the gray light on the array walls flickered uncertainly, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

The giant ball's clawing arms shattered inch by inch, the roots of the eerie tree broke, the human-faced fruit withered, and the shrieking from the pile of corpses abruptly ceased.

The three distorted masses retreated thousands of miles, their pale light fading.

Li Mu stood among the seven trees, his gaze piercing through the void and landing on the boundary.

Xue'er arrived on the moonlight, landing beside Li Mu, her icy blue eyes gazing at the light screen: "The vanguard of three branches is merely a test."

Gu Xi Daozu looked at Li Mu and bowed, saying, "Dao Master, all domains are in formation, and a million Dao soldiers are ready to go."

Haotian Daozu quickly calculated with his fingers, his starry eyes shining brightly: "The vanguard of the Ghost Clan has suffered a setback, and the main force will surely arrive within three days."

Li Mu gazed into the depths of the void, where a hazy, shimmering light flowed.

Beyond the boundary, the three distorted formations stabilized their position.

The giant sphere reassembled, countless arms regenerated, clawing at the void; the roots of the eerie tree sprang back into place, drawing upon the remaining resentment. The shrill screams of the pile of corpses rose again, the sound waves reverberating through the void.

Behind the three distorted shapes, deep within the void, forty-six eerie white lights grew brighter and brighter.

Li Mu said calmly, "Order all domains to shrink their defenses. The Dao soldiers should retreat into the array walls, and the Ancestral Tree should take root in the source veins to fully support the Chaos Array."

Gu Xi Daozu bowed and said, "As you command!"

The clear light of Guizang shines down, its radiance splits the sky, and its message travels to all realms.

……

Just as the three distorted and eerie sources regained their footing, the void behind them suddenly brightened, and forty-six eerie white rays of light pierced through the air, covering the sky and instantly filling the entire void.

Some transformed into mountains of countless piled-up heads, their mouths gaping open in shrieks, the sound waves shattering the turbulent currents; others became eerie, backward-growing forests, their roots piercing the void, drawing upon the remaining Daoist essence. Some became flowing seas of corpses, surging and churning; others transformed into distorted, gigantic faces, their features constantly shifting and merging, spewing out eerie white liquid;…

The 49th Regiment's twisted and mysterious sources merged into one, like a curtain falling from the sky, covering the chaotic land.

The chaotic array trembled violently, its seven layers of walls suddenly blazing with a hazy, gray light, seven-colored rays shooting into the sky; the Golden Crow flapped its wings, its Heavenly Fire surging. The Azure Dragon coiled, its Wood element surging with vitality. The Black Tortoise raised its head, its Weak Water churning. The Qilin trod on the clouds, its Earth element's light soaring into the heavens; the White Tiger crouched, its Metal element's sharpness tearing through the air. The Thunder God wielded his hammer, purple lightning traversing the void. Feng Hou flicked his sleeve, and a hurricane swept through.

The seven-colored light intertwined to form a sea, fiercely battling against the eerie white light.

With a deafening roar, the void trembled.

The eerie white light surged and boiled, the forty-nine twisted clusters screamed in unison, and countless whispers mingled into a tide, pouring down upon the chaotic array.

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

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

"Become us...become us..."

……

The murmurs echoed through the void, causing the seven layers of the array walls to tremble violently, and the hazy light flickered uncertainly. Cracks appeared from the edges of the array walls, spreading like a spider web, and instantly covered the entire array.

The seven primordial ancestral trees trembled simultaneously. The golden crow shrieked, and the Heavenly Flame surged. The azure dragon roared, and the life force of the Wood element surged wildly. The black tortoise roared, and the Weak Water churned. ... Seven-colored Dao light surged out like a tide, flowing into the array wall along the source vein spiritual network, and the cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three breaths later, the array barrier returned to its original state.

The Forty-Nine Regiments trembled violently, and a strange white light surged forth.

The central, twisted mass raised tentacles formed of solidified slurry, pointing towards the chaotic array.

"Tear it open... tear it open..."

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

……

As the murmurs ended, the forty-nine regiments twisted and moved in unison.

The giant sphere crashed into the array wall, countless arms clawing and scratching, leaving ghastly white claw marks that sizzled across the wall; the roots of the eerie tree pierced the array wall, frantically drawing upon the power of the source veins. The sea of ​​corpses surged, their remains colliding with the array wall… causing cracks to multiply; a giant face opened its mouth, spewing eerie white liquid that corroded the array patterns, hissing and smoking. A giant net descended, its webs filled with corpses that opened their mouths to gnaw at the array wall.

The 49th Regiment launched a twisted, coordinated attack, unleashing a torrent of eerie white light.

The seven-layered array wall trembled violently, the gray Dao light flickered erratically, and cracks appeared from all directions, spreading far faster than they could heal. Seven-colored Dao light surged out wildly, pouring into the array wall, but the eerie white light was too intense, and the healing speed could not keep up with the cracking speed.

The 49th Regiment launched a twisted, coordinated attack, unleashing a torrent of eerie white light.

The seven-layered array wall trembled violently, the gray light flickered and cracks appeared from all directions, spreading far faster than it could heal.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the forty thousand ancestral trees trembled in unison, the light between their branches and leaves became disordered, and strange patterns reappeared on their trunks, winding like snakes and spreading towards the heart of the tree.

Starry Sky Platform.

The light screen of the source-detecting array suddenly blazed brightly, and a strange white light spread across the screen, with forty-nine distorted clusters attacking the Chaos Array simultaneously. Cracks appeared all over the array walls, and seven-colored Dao light surged out wildly, its healing speed unable to keep up with the rate of collapse.

Dao Ancestor Haotian rapidly calculated with his fingers and deduced with his starry eyes, his blood-red light soaring into the sky: "The great formation can only last for a hundred days at most! After a hundred days, the formation walls will surely break!"

Gu Xi Dao Zu said urgently, "Quickly, convey the message to the Daoist Master!"

Dao Ancestor Haotian shook his head, raised his hand and pointed at the light screen, indicating: "The Dao Lord is already in the main formation!"

Above the light screen, deep within the Myriad Dao Source Sea, Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body surrounded by a hazy Dao light flowing around him, and the seven spirits swirling around him. His eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was calm, as if he were completely unaware of the battle situation outside.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his chaotic will spreading out and enveloping the entire vast land. The roots of the seven trees penetrated into the source vein spiritual network, and the spiritual network flowed, with source energy surging into the array wall like a tide.

Cracks spread across the barrier, healed, spread again, and healed again.

Forty-nine regiments launched a twisted, coordinated attack, unleashing a torrent of eerie white light. Giant spheres slammed into the array, countless arms clawing and tearing; the roots of the eerie tree pierced the array walls, frantically drawing upon the power of the source veins; the sea of ​​corpses surged, their remains crashing against the array walls; giant faces spewed eerie white sap, corroding the array patterns; a giant net descended, its webs spewing open mouths to devour…

The seven-layered array wall trembled violently, and the gray light flickered erratically.

Li Mu's body was enveloped in a flow of chaotic Dao essence. With a wave of his hand, boundless chaotic Dao essence surged forth.

The seven primordial ancestral trees standing tall in the source sea trembled in unison.

On the crimson crown of the ancestral tree, the phantom of a golden crow flapped its wings and cried out, its Heaven-Burning Dao Fire soaring into the sky and transforming into a crimson beam that poured into the array wall. On the cyan crown of the ancestral tree, the phantom of a cyan dragon coiled, its roar shaking the heavens, and the life force of the Yi Wood element surged forth like a tide, transforming into cyan light that poured into the array wall. On the blue crown of the ancestral tree, the phantom of a black tortoise raised its head, and the Weak Water surged, transforming into blue light that poured into the array wall. ...

The seven-colored light poured into the array wall, causing the cracks to heal at a rate that increased by 30%.

The giant sphere's clawing arms shattered inch by inch, the roots of the eerie tree broke, the sea of ​​corpses churned and stopped, the liquid spewed by the giant sphere rolled back, and the giant net of corpses collapsed.

The 49th Regiment twisted and retreated ten thousand miles, their eerie white light dimming.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the strange patterns ceased spreading and slowly faded. On the bodies of Dao soldiers, the strange patterns disappeared into the depths of their flesh and blood, no longer writhing.

Lei Yan Dao Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed excitedly, "The Dao Lord has made a move!"

Iron Head grinned: "I knew it, Master had a way!"

Xue'er gazed into the depths of the Source Sea with her icy blue eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

……

Deep within the void, forty-nine distorted and trembling masses erupted, their eerie white light surging forth, overwhelming the sky and pressing down upon the chaotic array.

This time, the offensive was even faster.

The colossal sphere reformed, countless arms regenerated, clawing at the void; the roots of the eerie tree re-entered, drawing in the remaining resentment. The sea of ​​corpses surged, their remains crashing against the array's walls. A gigantic face opened its mouth, spewing a sinister white liquid. A giant net descended, its meshes filled with corpses that opened their mouths to devour it…

The 49th Regiment launched a twisted, coordinated attack, unleashing a torrent of eerie white light.

The seven-layered array wall trembled violently, and cracks appeared from all directions, spreading at a much faster rate than before.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his gaze calm, his hands forming a series of hand seals.

Seven-colored Dao light surged forth like a tide, pouring into the array wall. Cracks healed, collapsed, healed again, collapsed again. On the array wall, the gray Dao light flickered erratically, fiercely battling with the eerie white light.

January.

Two months.

March.

……

In the boundary void, eerie white light and seven-colored Dao light intertwined to form a sea, and forty-nine twisted formations attacked simultaneously. The Chaos Array teetered on the verge of collapse, yet remained unbroken.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, strange patterns sometimes spread and sometimes fade on the trunks of the forty thousand ancestral trees. On the bodies of Dao soldiers, strange patterns sometimes appear and sometimes disappear into the depths of flesh and blood.

Lei Yan Daozu sat cross-legged under the Leizu Tree, purple lightning crackling around him, staring intently at the tree trunk: "They came again, and then they retreated again."

Iron Head grinned: "The Dao Lord is amazing, the Ghost Clan can't get in."

The Dao Ancestor of Weak Water frowned deeply: "We can't break through, and we can't retreat. If this drags on, can the Origin of Vast Earth withstand it?"

Xue'er's Taiyin True Eyes swirled between her brows, and moonlight descended, enveloping the Ice Blue Ancestral Tree: "Brother Li has his own plans."

Above the light screen of the Source Array, the flow rate of Source Qi plummeted by 30%. The flow of Source Vein Spirit Network became sluggish, and its gray roots dimmed.

Gu Xi Daozu said with a solemn expression, "The source of the vast land is being consumed too quickly."

Haotian Daozu quickly calculated with his fingers and deduced with his starry eyes: "At this rate, if we can hold on for another hundred years, our source will be exhausted."

Gu Xi Dao Zu said in a deep voice, "Is a hundred years enough?"

Dao Ancestor Haotian smiled wryly and said, "I don't know!"

The source of all things lies deep within the ocean.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body surrounded by a hazy, ethereal light, and the seven spirits swirling around him. The array patterns in front of him shone brightly, their twisted lines winding like snakes, their unpredictable power surging like boiling water.

In the westernmost region, the primordial essence of the remaining corpses surged along the gray silk ribbons, like a long river flowing backwards, endlessly pouring into the array patterns.

A strange white light flickered, and distorted phantoms struggled and writhed, while murmurs surged forth like a tide.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and his hands moved in rapid succession of hand seals. Chaotic Dao Yuan surged forth like a tide, pouring into the array patterns. The gray Dao light surged, surrounded by seven colors, and fiercely pressed down on the eerie white light. The distorted phantom shrieked, and the eerie white light exploded, turning into countless specks of light that scattered.

Li Mu opened his mouth and inhaled, and billions of light spots surged like a long river flowing backward, all disappearing into his mouth.

The seven primordial ancestral trees emitted seven-colored Dao light, which flowed into Li Mu's body through their roots. Wherever the seven-colored light passed, his meridians were reconnected, his acupoints reopened, and his Dao foundation was stabilized.

The primordial chaos is restored.

Consume, recover. Consume, recover.

On the border battlefield, the attacks of the Ghost Clan continued relentlessly. Deep within the Origin Sea, Li Mu continuously refined the Ghost Source. (End of Chapter)