Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Deep within the void, the turbulent currents are thin.

Four illusory figures hid within the fault line, their aura completely concealed, their eyes gazing towards the chaotic vast land.

In the void to the east, the Lord of Purple Extremes stood with his hands behind his back, his body surrounded by flowing purple light, his purple eyes deep and profound: "Forty-nine strange sources, such a fierce attack, that kid can't hold on."

In the western void, the deathly aura of the Netherworld Dao Master surged, his eerie green eyes flashing: "The Ghost Clan has a fearsome reputation, devouring countless vast lands. This time, when they invade the Chaos, that brat will surely be injured."

In the void to the south, the Daoist Master of the Primordial Beginning was surrounded by the Daoist aura of cause and effect, and his Chaos Eyes deduced: "The Ghost Clan and the Great Dao of Chaos share the same origin but have different origins. In this battle, two tigers fight, and one of them will surely be injured."

In the void to the north, the Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master was surrounded by time scales, his gray eyes cold: "Wait until they are both severely injured, then we will make our move and reap the benefits."

The Lord of Purple Extremes sneered and transmitted his thoughts to the three people: "Let the Ghost Clan wear him down first, while we remain still and wait for the right opportunity."

The Lord of the Netherworld nodded: "That suits me perfectly."

……

Time flies, and a century has passed in the blink of an eye.

At the edge of the chaotic vast land, a strange white light blanketed the sky, sealing off the entire void completely. Forty-nine distorted and eerie sources took root at the edge of the vast land, their roots penetrating deep into the void, drawing all available nourishment.

One hundred and twenty thousand Dyed Ancestor Trees form a strange realm, their trunks as white as amber, their branches and leaves drooping, and human-faced fruits hanging down, emitting piercing whispers day and night.

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

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

……

His delirious murmurs surged like a tide, reverberating through the void.

At the heart of the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the gray light barrier stands as it always has. The forty thousand ancestral trees are rooted within the light barrier, their branches and leaves swirling with Dao light, weaving a net with the seven-colored light barrier. Above the light barrier, seven-colored Dao patterns flow ceaselessly, remaining as steadfast as a rock no matter how the eerie white tide washes over them.

Deep within the void fault.

The Lord of Purple Extremes stood with his hands behind his back, his purple eyes piercing through layers of void, falling on that strange, churning white land, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

The Netherworld Dao Master's death aura surged, and his eerie green eyes flickered uncertainly: "A hundred years have passed."

The Lord of the Purple Extreme remained silent.

The Netherworld Dao Master snorted coldly: "That kid has held out for a hundred years without breaking the formation. What are they waiting for?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at the Lord of Netherworld and asked, "What do you want?"

The Netherworld Dao Master resolutely said, "Take advantage of the chaos and attack from both sides to break his formation first."

"The time is not right!" The Lord of Purple Extremes shook his head.

The Netherworld Dao Master angrily retorted, "Wait again?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes said coldly, "The Ghost Clan is troublesome. If we provoke them, we will easily get burned."

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Netherworld Fiends choked, unable to refute it.

The Primordial Dao Master sat cross-legged in the void, the Daoist principles of cause and effect flowing around his body, his chaotic eyes gazing at that strange realm.

The Lord of You Sha glanced at the allied Dao soldiers behind him and said helplessly, "If that kid keeps dragging this out day by day, are we just going to waste our time?"

The Primordial Dao Master raised his eyes and looked at the Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master.

The Lord of Heavenly Eclipse stood in the void, surrounded by gray-white light. His gray eyes were as deep as an abyss. He made a hand seal and activated the Time and Space Secret Technique. An invisible ripple emerged from his fingertips, piercing through layers of void and seeping into the depths of the Myriad Dao Source Sea.

Wherever the ripples passed, the flow of time became disordered, and the void sometimes solidified and sometimes rolled back.

The ripples touched the barrier of the source sea, and the hazy light of the Dao flickered slightly, but did not disperse the ripples, allowing them to seep in.

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master's gaze sharpened.

The ripples extend deep into the source sea, reflecting the scene deep within it.

Seven primordial ancestral trees stood tall, their seven-colored Dao light intertwining into a sea. Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body surrounded by a gray Dao light flowing like a tide, with the seven spirits encircling 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, eerie white light surged in like a tide, seeping into the source sea along the cracks; gray silk ribbons emerged from the depths of the source sea, entwining the eerie white light and dragging it into the array patterns. Within the array patterns, twisted lines meandered wildly, the eerie white light exploded, and the distorted phantoms struggled and screamed, collapsing inch by inch, transforming into pure essence, and merging into the gray Dao light.

The more the eerie white light seeps in, the faster the refining process.

The hazy sunlight beat like a heart, contracting and expanding, the beating becoming more and more powerful.

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at the Lord of Heavenly Eclipse and asked with concern, "How is it?"

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master's face was gloomy, and he said hatefully, "The same as before, the power of the Ghost Clan can't do anything to him. In the depths of that Origin Sea, the gray Dao light beats like a heart, growing stronger with each beat. He not only withstood the Ghost Clan's invasion, but also used it to improve his cultivation!"

The Netherworld Dao Master's expression changed: "What?"

The Primordial Dao Lord's chaotic eyes flickered, and he remained silent in contemplation.

The Lord of the Purple Extremes had deep purple eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The Netherworld Dao Master's deathly aura surged: "He's using the Ghost Clan to refine his origin? Has that kid gone mad?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes said coldly, "He's not crazy. The Great Dao of Chaos encompasses all things. The method of the Ghost Clan devours and assimilates. When the two are combined, the more fiercely the Ghost Clan attacks, the faster he refines."

The Netherworld Dao Master's dark green eyes twitched wildly: "Then what are we waiting for? If we wait any longer, he'll be a Refining Light Ghost Clan member. What will we use to fight him?"

The Lord of Purple Extreme stared at You Sha: "Make your move now, and the Ghost Clan will devour you along with them."

The Lord of the Netherworld Dao froze.

The Primordial Dao Lord rose, his primordial energy surging around him, and his chaotic eyes gazed at the strange realm: "Zi Ji is right. The strange race is troublesome; intervening now will only bring trouble upon ourselves."

The Netherworld Dao Master roared, "Then we'll just watch him grow stronger?"

The Primordial Dao Master coldly replied, "What else should we do?"

The Lord of the Netherworld frowned, pondering a countermeasure.

The Lord of Purple Extremes gazed towards the direction of the Chaotic Vast Land, his purple eyes deep, and pondered, "The Ghost Clan has been attacking for a hundred years, but they can't break through. That kid has been defending for a hundred years, but he hasn't been able to break out either. He's stalling, and the Ghost Clan is stalling too."

The Lord of Heavenly Eclipse looked at the Lord of Purple Extremes and asked, "How long will this drag on?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes said in a deep voice, "Let's drag this out until one side can't hold on. If the Ghost Clan can't hold on, that kid will get forty-nine Ghost Sources for free. If that kid can't hold on, and the Ghost Clan occupies the Vast Land, then you and I will clean up the mess."

The Celestial Eclipse Dao Master sneered, "What if both sides can hold on?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at the Lord of Heavenly Eclipse and pondered, "Then we can only continue to wait!"

The four masters remained silent.

The void was deathly silent, with only faint, eerie white murmurs echoing from afar.

After holding back for a long time, the Lord of the Netherworld Fiends snorted coldly: "I, Leng You, have lost 30% of my elite forces and waited for a hundred years, only to get this?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes said calmly, "No need to wait, make your move now."

The Lord of the Netherworld choked, his deathly aura churning erratically, but he ultimately did not move.

The Primordial Dao Master sat cross-legged in the void again, closing his eyes to deduce cause and effect.

The Lord of Heavenly Eclipse stood with his hands behind his back, his gray eyes gazing at the eerie white, churning land, lost in thought.

The Lord of the Purple Extremes stood in the center of the void, his purple eyes deep and his face calm as still water.

The centennial agreement is approaching.

The armies of the four regions were fully assembled, with a million ancestral trees and tens of millions of Dao soldiers, yet they could only hide in the void rift, watching helplessly as the Ghost Clan and the Chaotic Vast Land clashed. More than three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

At the edge of the Chaotic Vast Land, eerie white light filled the sky, sealing off the entire void. Forty-nine distorted and eerie sources took root at the edge of the land, their roots penetrating deep into the void, drawing all available nourishment.

At the heart of the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the gray light barrier stands as it always has, with over forty thousand ancestral trees rooted within it. Dao light flows among the branches and leaves, weaving a net with the seven-colored light barrier. Above the light barrier, seven-colored Dao patterns flow ceaselessly, remaining as steadfast as a rock no matter how the eerie white tide washes over it.

Deep within the void fault.

The Lord of Purple Extremes stood with his hands behind his back, his purple eyes piercing through layers of void, falling on that strange white, surging land, his face as gloomy as water.

The Netherworld Dao Master said irritably, "That kid has been hiding for three hundred years, and the Ghost Clan has been attacking for three hundred years, but they haven't even managed to get a scratch."

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at the Lord of Netherworld Fiends: "What do you want?"

The Lord of the Netherworld gritted his teeth and said, "Send troops! First, wipe out the Ghost Clan, then invade the Chaos Land!"

The Lord of Purple Extremes said coldly, "You will be the vanguard!"

"You!" The Netherworld Dao Master frowned, his face showing difficulty, and said with difficulty, "The Ghost Clan is powerful. If I attack, my army will surely be trapped!"

"Good to know!" the Lord of Purple Extremes said irritably.

The Primordial Dao Master sat cross-legged in the void, the Dao of Cause and Effect flowing around his body. His chaotic eyes looked at that strange domain and deduced: "The forty-nine strange sources have been rooted for three hundred years. Their roots have penetrated into the depths of the void and merged with the edge of the vast land. To eliminate the strange race, we must first sever their roots. To sever their roots, we must go deep into the heart of the strange domain."

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master said coldly with his gray eyes, "Going deep into the heart of the Ghost Realm is tantamount to suicide."

The Lord of the Netherworld said unwillingly, "Then what can we do? Just stand by and watch? We've been waiting for hundreds of years, when will it ever end?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked towards the direction of the Chaotic Land, his purple eyes deep, and said in a deep voice, "In my opinion, that kid has the ability to exterminate the Ghost Clan, but he deliberately did not destroy the Ghost Clan."

The Lord of the Netherworld Dao wholeheartedly agreed: "I think so too?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes sneered, "If he wanted to, he could have activated the great formation to counterattack long ago. The Ghost Clan attacked for four hundred years, and he defended for four hundred years, only defending and not attacking. Knowing our Four Domains' intention to attack, he is clearly using the Ghost Clan as a shield!"

The Primordial Dao Master nodded: "Zi Ji is right. The Ghost Clan occupies the outer perimeter. If the Four Domains want to attack Chaos, they must first get past the Ghost Clan."

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master's face turned cold, and he said with a wry smile, "That kid is quite cunning. The Ghost Clan has a fearsome reputation, and anyone who touches them will have a headache. He's hiding in the back, watching us fight the Ghost Clan to the death!"

The Netherworld Dao Master's deathly aura surged uncontrollably. After a long while, he finally managed to utter, "That kid is incredibly cunning!"

The Primordial Dao Lord rose, his primordial energy surging around him: "Forty-nine clusters of strange origins, one hundred and twenty thousand dyed strange ancestral trees, and a strange domain stretching for hundreds of millions of miles. If we were to break through, at least half of the elite forces from the four domains would be lost."

The Celestial Eclipse Dao Master nodded: "We've lost half our forces, and we still have to face that kid's army at its peak. This battle is unwinnable!"

The Lord of the Netherworld looked at the Lord of the Purple Extreme: "What do you suggest we do?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes remained silent for a long time, his purple eyes flickering uncertainly.

The Netherworld Dao Master said urgently, "Say something!"

The Lord of Purple Extremes raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of the Chaotic Vast Land: "Withdraw your troops."

The Lord of the Netherworld was taken aback: "Withdraw your troops?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes said coldly, "What can we do if we don't retreat? The Ghost Clan is blocking our way, and that brat is hiding in his tortoise shell. Do you think you can break through?"

The Lord of the Netherworld gritted his teeth: "I cannot swallow this insult."

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at him: "You have to swallow it whether you like it or not."

The Primordial Dao Master nodded: "Zi Ji is right. The Ghost Clan is troublesome, but that kid is even more troublesome. If the two combine their strength and the four regions launch a direct attack, the chances of victory are less than 30%."

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master's gray eyes were cold: "A 30% chance of winning isn't worth risking your life for."

The Netherworld Lord's death aura surged as he stared at the Purple Extreme Lord: "You were the one who said we should join forces, and you were also the one who said we should retreat."

The Lord of Purple Extremes said calmly, "Times have changed. With the intervention of the Ghost Clan, the situation has changed."

The Netherworld Dao Master sneered, "That brat used the Ghost Clan as a shield, and you're just going to accept that?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes gazed towards the direction of the Chaotic Vast Land, his purple eyes deep: "So what if you don't acknowledge it? Do you have a way to break this deadlock?"

The Primordial Dao Master pondered for a moment: "That kid used the Ghost Clan to block the Four Domains. The Ghost Clan has been attacking for three hundred years without success. They will retreat sooner or later."

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master nodded: "The Ghost Clan has retreated. Now that the kid has lost his shield, it's not too late to attack again."

The Lord of Purple Extremes shook his head: "The Ghost Clan can't retreat. That kid won't let them. The Ghost Clan attacks him, he refines the Ghost Clan's essence. The more the Ghost Clan attacks, the stronger he becomes. In three hundred years, how much Ghost Clan essence has he refined? Have you calculated it?"

The Netherworld Dao Master's deathly aura surged: "You mean, he deliberately kept the Ghost Clan around, using them as both a shield and food?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes nodded: "The Great Dao of Chaos encompasses all things. He has refined the power of the Ghost Clan cleanly. The fiercer the Ghost Clan attacks, the more he feasts."

The Netherworld Dao Master gasped, "This kid, is he treating the Ghost Clan like pigs?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes sneered: "After three hundred years of raising it, it has only gotten fatter and fatter."

The Primordial Dao Master remained silent for a long time before raising his eyes: "This child cannot be allowed to live."

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at him: "You have a solution?"

The Primordial Dao Master shook his head.

The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master said calmly, "There's no way around it. The Ghost Clan is blocking the way, and that kid is hiding in his tortoise shell. Who can break through?"

The Netherworld Dao Master gritted his teeth: "Then what do we do? Just let it go like this?"

The Lord of Purple Extremes gazed towards the direction of the Chaotic Vast Land, his purple eyes deep and unfathomable: "Forget it? What good would it do to forget it?"

The Netherworld Dao Master's death aura surged, his face filled with resentment.

After a moment's thought, the Primordial Dao Master agreed, "Let's retreat first. Go back and conserve our strength, and then attack again when the Ghost Clan has retreated."

"That's all we can do. The Gui Clan won't retreat, not because I won't attack, but because the time isn't right." The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master nodded helplessly.

The Lord of Purple Extremes turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Chaotic Vast Land. His purple eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice, "That kid used the Ghost Clan as a shield, and the Ghost Clan used that kid as bait. The Forty-Nine Regiments of Ghost Source have been attacking for hundreds of years, losing 30% of their source energy, but they still refuse to retreat. They must be unwilling to give up that Chaotic Vast Land!"

“The Ghost Clan is greedy and will not retreat easily!” The Primordial Dao Master agreed with a gloomy expression.

The Lord of Purple Extremes sneered: "Then let them wear each other down. The Ghost Clan can't outlast that brat and will have to retreat sooner or later. Once the Ghost Clan retreats, it will be time for the four domains to attack together."

After a moment's thought, the Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master nodded and said, "Alright."

The Lord of the Netherworld snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The Lord of Purple Extremes waved his hand, and three amethyst jade slips flew towards the three of them, indicating, "The method of communication is engraved within these jade slips. On the day the Ghost Clan retreats, I will send you a message immediately!"

“Good!” The Primordial Dao Lord accepted the jade slip, and his figure transformed into primordial energy and dissipated.

"Alright!" The Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master took the jade slip, and with a flash of grayish-white light, it disappeared without a trace.

The Lord of the Netherworld took the jade slip, looked at the Lord of the Purple Extreme, and before leaving, he did not forget to instruct, "Keep a close watch on the Chaos Domain. I will wait for you. Once the Ghost Clan retreats, I will immediately send troops."

The Lord of Purple Extremes nodded knowingly: "Don't worry."

The next moment, the Netherworld Lord's figure transformed into a ghostly light and vanished into the void.

The Lord of the Purple Extremes stood in the void, his purple eyes gazing towards the chaotic land.

In that eerie, churning white land, whispers rose like a tide, while the gray, luminous walls stood as before.

The Lord of Purple Extremes muttered to himself, "Lord of Chaos, you're using the Ghost Clan as a shield. I'd like to see how long this shield can hold out for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lord of Purple Extremes vanished in a purple glow. (End of Chapter)