Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Twenty years.

Thirty-five years have passed.

In the boundary void, eerie white light and seven-colored Dao light intertwined to form a sea, fighting endlessly. Forty-nine twisted formations attacked in unison, and the Chaos Array teetered on the brink of collapse, yet remained unbroken.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the trunks of the forty thousand ancestral trees remain as thick as ever, with light flowing among the branches and leaves, and strange patterns appearing and disappearing at times, but never spreading again.

On the Dao soldier's body, strange patterns disappeared into the depths of his flesh and blood, and there was no further movement.

Lei Yan Daozu sat cross-legged under the Leizu Tree, purple lightning flashing, looking towards the boundary void: "Thirty-five years have passed."

Tie Tou said with a worried look on his face, "The Ghost Clan can't break in, and we can't fight our way out either."

"Let's see who can outlast whom," Xiao Jin said resentfully.

Xue'er's Taiyin True Eyes rotated between her brows, and moonlight fell, nourishing the small source in the pool.

Xiao Yuan transformed into a young boy, sitting cross-legged by the pool, his body surrounded by a mixture of milky white and gray, gazing into the depths of the Source Sea.

……

Starry Sky Platform.

Above the light screen of the Source Array, the flow of Source Qi was stable, the Source Vein Spirit Network flowed as usual, and the gray roots burrowed into the depths of the void, frantically absorbing Source Qi.

Gu Xi Dao Zu stroked his beard and laughed, "Thirty-five years have passed, and the original source of the vast land has not decreased but increased."

Haotian Daozu quickly calculated with his fingers, his starry eyes shining brightly: "Dao Lord uses war to sustain war, and refines while fighting. The more fiercely the Gui Clan attacks, the faster Dao Lord refines."

Gu Xi Daozu looked towards the boundary void, his clear eyes reflecting forty-nine distorted shapes: "This time, the Ghost Clan has kicked a hornet's nest."

Dao Ancestor Haotian nodded: "Dao Master, please be at ease, we can rest assured."

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, shimmering light, with seven colors 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.

On the border battlefield, the 49th Regiment launched a relentless, twisted offensive. With each attack, a strange white light shattered, turning into strange sources that drifted into the void.

Li Mu raised his hand and made a grasping motion, causing the Chaos Treasure Palace to open wide. The power of devouring surged out, and the shattered, eerie white light rolled back like a long river, all disappearing into the palace gate.

Inside the mansion gate, the chaotic sea of ​​qi churned, a strange white light exploded, and distorted phantoms struggled and twisted, collapsing inch by inch, transforming into pure essence that merged into the chaotic sea of ​​qi.

The seven primordial ancestral trees trembled simultaneously, and seven-colored Dao light surged into Li Mu's body along their roots.

The origin of chaos grows ever stronger.

The Gui tribe could not conquer the city despite a prolonged siege.

The forty-nine clusters of eerie energy twisted violently, their eerie white light surging. In the center, the distorted liquid churned, and countless whispered incantations echoed in unison.

"Go around it...go around it..."

"Find a gap... squeeze in..."

……

The 49th Regiment twisted and split into two groups. The 20th Regiment continued its fierce attack on the formation, while the 29th Regiment dispersed, transforming into eerie white streams of light that swirled around the vast land.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his chaotic will spreading out and instantly enveloping the entire boundary of the vast land. Everything was under the control of his will, and no fluctuation could escape his perception.

Xue'er arrived under the moonlight and landed beside Li Mu: "Brother Li, the Ghost Clan is looking for a weakness."

Li Mu nodded: "Let them look for it."

Xiao Jin arrived in a flash, scratching his head and saying, "Master, shall I go and guard the border?"

Li Mu waved his hand: "No need, we can't hold it."

Li Mu's gaze pierced through the void, landing on a certain point on the boundary: "The Ghost Clan corrodes the void, creating tiny rifts that you cannot detect."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Mu raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

Somewhere on the border, the void slightly distorted, and a wisp of eerie white liquid seeped out, corroding the void and cracking open a fissure the size of a hair. Deep within the fissure, a strange aura slowly seeped in, drifting towards the edge of the vast land.

As the chaotic will swept over, that eerie aura had nowhere to hide.

The eerie energy drifted down and landed in a vast expanse of land, where it took root and quickly condensed into a sapling of an eerie tree, absorbing the essence of the land and growing wildly.

In the blink of an eye, it grew to a hundred feet tall, its trunk as white as amber, its branches and leaves drooping, its roots pointing to the sky, and a human-faced fruit condensed among the branches and leaves. The fruit was the size of a fist, with blurred features, and slowly opened its eyes.

The human face opened its mouth and uttered a low, muffled murmur.

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

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand as if to grab.

A gigantic, gray hand burst forth from the sky, instantly descending upon the ancestral tree. The hand landed, gripped the tree trunk, and with a powerful pull, uprooted the entire tree.

The ancestral tree struggled, the human-faced fruit shrieked, and strange patterns spread wildly, trying to plunge into the void. The gray giant hand clenched tightly, and the ancestral tree shattered, turning into a strange white light that splashed everywhere.

Li Mu opened his mouth and inhaled, and the shattered, eerie white light surged back like a long river, all disappearing into his mouth.

Inside the treasure palace, the chaotic sea of ​​qi churned, and a strange white light exploded, completely refining everything.

Xue'er's gaze turned serious: "The source of the strange energy has infiltrated."

Li Mu nodded: "Mm."

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

Gu Xi Daozu's expression was solemn: "Dao Master, the boundary void has been corroded by the Ghost Clan, and the cracks are increasing. If this continues, it will be impossible to defend against."

Dao Ancestor Haotian quickly calculated with his fingers and deduced with his starry eyes: "At this rate, three hundred years from now, a strange tree will definitely take root inside the Haotu."

Li Mu waved his hand: "Three hundred years is enough."

Gu Xi Daozu was taken aback: "Dao Master?"

"Let them infiltrate, I have plenty of time to wear them down!" Li Mu gazed at the border void, his eyes piercing through layers of mist, and smiled slightly.

The Dao Ancestor Haotian said urgently, "Dao Master, the Ghost Clan has infiltrated, the Ancestral Tree has been corrupted, the Dao Soldiers have changed, and the foundation of Haotu is shaken."

Li Mu looked at the two of them and said calmly, "You don't need to worry. I have my own plans. You may leave!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Xi and Hao Tian exchanged a glance, bowed, and stepped back.

In the boundary void, twenty-nine distorted and wandering clusters churned endlessly. A sinister white liquid surged forth like a tide, corroding the void and creating countless tiny fissures. Deep within these fissures, wisps of eerie energy slowly seeped in, drifting towards the edge of the vast land.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his chaotic will enveloping the entire vast land. Wherever the eerie energy drifted, and how much of the ancestral tree was tainted by it, was entirely under his control.

The giant gray hand occasionally burst forth, grasping the Dyed Ancestral Tree and throwing it into the treasure palace for refinement.

One year.

Three years.

ten years.

In the boundary void, cracks are increasing, and the strange energy is seeping in more and more densely. At the edge of the vast land, more and more strange ancestral trees are appearing, ranging from three or five to dozens.

Li Mu raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Each time the gray giant palm landed, it would seize a strange ancestral tree. The ancestral tree would shatter, and the strange white light would roll back and disappear into his mouth.

Inside the treasure palace, the chaotic sea of ​​qi surged, and strange white light exploded, continuously refining.

Starry Sky Platform.

Above the light screen of the source detection array, red dots were densely packed, each red dot representing a newly sprouted strange tree. At the edge of the light screen, the number of red dots increased, becoming dense and overwhelming.

Gu Xi Daozu's expression was solemn: "In ten years, three thousand Dyed Ghost Ancestral Trees have been planted."

Dao Ancestor Haotian quickly calculated with his fingers and said, "When the Dao Lord refines three thousand plants, the origin of Haotu will increase by thirty percent."

Gu Xi Daozu said with a wry smile, "The Dao Lord refines it quickly, but the Ghost Clan infiltrates it even faster."

Dao Ancestor Haotian looked at the light screen, his starry eyes deduce: "If this continues, the edge of Haotu will eventually become a strange domain."

Gu Xi Daozu said helplessly, "Just wait, the Dao Master has his own plans." Deep within the Myriad Dao Source Sea.

Xue'er stood by the Spirit Pool, her Taiyin True Eye rotating between her brows, moonlight falling and illuminating the border scenery. Above the light screen, twenty-nine distorted and wandered endlessly, eerie white liquid surging out like a tide, cracks appearing densely, and eerie energy drifting in like silk threads.

Xue'er frowned: "Brother Li, the infiltration of the Ghost Clan is becoming increasingly dense."

Li Mu nodded: "Mm."

Xue'er looked at Li Mu: "When will you make your move?"

Li Mu's eyes swirled with chaotic starlight as he chuckled, "They are still testing me, testing how much I can refine, and testing how much the Vast Land can withstand."

Xue'er suddenly realized: "Brother Li deliberately let them infiltrate, so that the main force could enter when they thought the infiltration was successful?"

Li Mu nodded.

Xue'er's icy blue eyes lit up: "Then, we'll close the door and beat the dog."

"Almost!" A slight smile appeared on Li Mu's lips.

The eerie white liquid surged forth like a tide, corroding the void, causing the cracks to expand tenfold, and countless strands of eerie energy drifted out like silk threads, covering the sky and the earth, surging towards the edge of the vast land.

At the edge of the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the ancestral trees are stained with an eerie hue, their trunks deathly white, and human-faced fruits are solidified.

Li Mu raised his hand and made a grasping motion; a gigantic gray palm burst forth, seizing ten ancestral trees in one go. The ancestral trees shattered, and the eerie white light swirled back, disappearing into his mouth.

Within the treasure palace, the chaotic sea of ​​qi surged and was constantly being refined.

However, there was too much strange energy, and the refining speed could not keep up with the penetration speed.

A year later, the number of *Dysmorpha mongholica* trees increased to 30,000.

Three years later, the number increased to 80,000.

Ten years later, on the edge of the vast land, the Dyed Ancestor Trees grew densely, covering the sky and the earth. The pale white trees formed a continuous expanse, laden with human-faced fruits, and their murmurs echoed like a tide.

The murmurs echoed across the edge of the vast land, spreading deep into the forest of all ancestors.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the forty thousand ancestral trees trembled in unison. Strange patterns reappeared on the tree trunks, and on the bodies of the Dao soldiers, strange patterns writhed, showing signs of going out of control.

Lei Yan Daozu suddenly stood up, purple lightning flashing, staring at Lei Zu Tree: "Here we go again!"

Iron Head roared, and the phantom of the Ancestral Tree of Fire surged, white flames leaping and burning towards the strange patterns.

Xue'er's Taiyin True Eyes rotated between her brows, and moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the Ice Blue Ancestral Tree.

……

Starry Sky Platform.

The light screen of the source detection array suddenly shone brightly, and red dots covered the sky and earth on the screen, indicating that there were now 120,000 ancestral trees dyed with evil.

Gu Xi Daozu's expression changed drastically: "Dao Master!"

Dao Ancestor Haotian frantically calculated with his fingers and deduced with his starry eyes, anxiously saying, "The edge of the Vast Land has become a strange realm!"

In the void at the boundary, eerie white light surged like a tidal wave.

The forty-nine groups twisted and screamed in unison, countless wisps of eerie energy drifting out like silk threads, surging into the edge of the vast land along the cracks. The twelve thousand ancestral trees of the Dyed Evil Ancestral Tree, their trunks pale white and connected in one piece, bearing human faces and abundant fruits, their delirious murmurs resounding through the void.

Deep within the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, forty thousand ancestral trees trembled in unison, strange patterns spreading across their trunks, and eerie patterns writhing on the bodies of Dao soldiers.

The Star Derivation Platform is covered with red dots on the light screen of the source-measuring array, and the area of ​​darkness has expanded to tens of thousands of miles.

Gu Xi Daozu's face turned ashen: "Dao Master, thirty percent of the edge of the Vast Land has fallen."

Dao Ancestor Haotian quickly calculated with his fingers, his starry eyes dimming: "The strange energy is seeping in too fast, and we can't refine it in time."

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, with the seven spirits encircling him. His gaze pierced through the void, landing on the edge of the vast land, where 120,000 dyed, strange ancestral trees formed a strange domain, with strange white light soaring into the sky and murmurs surging like a tide.

Xue'er arrived under the moonlight, her Yin True Eye reflecting the Ghost Realm between her brows: "Brother Li, the main force of the Ghost Clan has arrived."

"It's alright, don't worry!" Li Mu nodded with a smile.

The boundary void was filled with forty-nine distorted and trembling forces.

The swirling, twisted liquid in the center churned, its tentacles pointing toward the edge of the vast land, as countless whispers echoed in unison.

"Go in...go in..."

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

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

……

As soon as the words were spoken, the 49th Regiment twisted and transformed into a strange white torrent, surging into the edge of the vast land along the crack.

A blinding white light swept across the sky, instantly filling the area stained with evil spirits. The 120,000 ancestral trees of evil spirits trembled in unison, and the human-faced fruits opened their mouths and shrieked, their murmurs echoing throughout the vast land.

The main force of the Ghost Clan has fallen into the trap.

Li Mu's eyes flashed, and his hands changed hand seals in quick succession.

Seven primordial ancestral trees trembled simultaneously, seven-colored Dao light soaring into the sky. The Golden Crow flapped its wings, the Heavenly Fire surging. The Azure Dragon coiled, the Wood element teeming with life. The Black Tortoise raised its head, the Weak Water churning. The Qilin trod on clouds, the Earth element's Dao light soaring to the heavens. The White Tiger crouched, the Metal element's sharpness tearing through the sky. The Thunder God wielded his hammer, purple lightning traversing the void. Feng Hou flicked his sleeve, a hurricane sweeping across.

The seven-colored Dao light intertwined to form a sea, surging wildly out along the source vein spiritual network.

The array wall continued to shrink, retreating in an instant to the edge of the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors.

A hazy, ethereal light shot into the sky, condensing into a ten-thousand-foot-tall wall of light that enveloped all forty thousand ancestral trees and five million Dao soldiers in the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors. Seven-colored Dao patterns flowed across the light wall, making it as stable as a mountain.

At the edge of the vast land, eerie white light surged and boiled.

……

Deep within the boundary void, four figures were hidden in the turbulent rifts.

The Purple Extreme Lord's purple light dimmed, and his pair of purple eyes pierced through layers of void, falling towards the edge of the Chaotic Land. Beside him, the Netherworld Lord's death aura surged, and his eerie green eyes stared intently at that strange white, churning land.

The Primordial Dao Lord sat cross-legged in the void, the Daoist rhyme of cause and effect flowing around his body, and his chaotic eyes reflected the battle situation on the vast land; the Heavenly Eclipse Dao Lord stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by gray-white light, and his gray eyes flickered uncertainly.

The battle at the edge of the Chaotic Land was actually displayed within the sea of ​​consciousness of the four people. The eerie white light covered the sky and the forty-nine distorted objects poured into the dyed area. Twelve thousand dyed ancestral trees were reborn, and the source of the eerie was everywhere.

A surging, eerie white liquid erupted, instantly engulfing vast swathes of space. The giant sphere crashed against the array wall, countless arms clawing and tearing; the roots of the eerie tree pierced the source veins, frantically absorbing its essence; the sea of ​​corpses churned, their remains colliding; a giant face spewed liquid, corroding the array patterns; a giant net descended, its webs filled with corpses that gaped and devoured…

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

The seven-layered array walls trembled violently, and the hazy, gray light flickered erratically. Cracks appeared from all directions, spreading at a much faster rate than before. Seven-colored light surged out wildly, pouring into the array walls, healing, cracking, healing again, and cracking again.

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, with the seven spirits encircling him. His eyes were slightly closed, and his hands moved in a series of hand seals, causing the seven-colored light to surge out like a tide and flow into the array wall along the source vein spiritual network.

On the array wall, the gray Dao light and the eerie white light clashed fiercely.

"He's just putting on a brave face," said the Netherworld Dao Master in a cold voice.

The Lord of Purple Extremes nodded: "With the Ghost Clan's troops attacking simultaneously, he won't be able to hold out for long."

The Celestial Eclipse Dao Master's gray eyes flickered: "What if he can't hold on?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at the Sky Eclipse: "When it can't hold on any longer, that's when we'll have to make our move."

The Primordial Dao Master pondered and said, "If the Ghost Clan wins, the Vast Land will surely become the Ghost Domain."

The Lord of Purple Extremes pondered and said, "It would be even better if the Ghost Clan won. Once the Ghost Clan occupies the vast land, our four domains will join forces and wipe out the Ghost Clan as well."

The Netherworld Dao Master frowned and hesitated, saying, "This plan is excellent, but the Ghost Clan is not easy to deal with!"

The Lord of Purple Extremes sneered: "The Ghost Clan will inevitably deplete its source by devouring the Chaos Land. Before they digest it, you and I will make our move and kill two birds with one stone."

The Celestial Eclipse Dao Master nodded: "This plan is feasible."

The four masters fell silent, their divine senses focusing on the chaotic expanse, observing the changes on the battlefield. (End of Chapter)