Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

The golden crow flapped its wings, and the Heavenly Fire poured down from its feathers, enveloping the first vein of time.

Where the Dao Fire passed, fragments of time exploded like a shower of stars, and the power of time surged and boiled. The source vein trembled violently, trying to break free. The golden crow shrieked, and the Heaven-Burning Dao Fire surged, its tongues licking the source vein. The source of time shattered, transforming into pure essence of time, which surged into the chaotic sea of ​​qi like a long river flowing backward.

Xuanwu raised its head, and the Weak Water surged from its shell, transforming into a mighty torrent that washed over the second source vein. Wherever the Weak Water passed, fragments of time froze, and the power of the years was frozen. The source vein meandered like a dragon, struggling desperately, enveloped by layers of Weak Water, which relentlessly washed over it; the source vein crumbled inch by inch, and the essence of time, like threads, merged into the Weak Water, nourishing the chaotic sea of ​​qi.

A dragon coiled around, and the life force of the Wood element surged from its scales, transforming into countless green threads that entwined the third source vein. The threads pierced the depths of the source vein, and the Wood element's life force eroded the power of time. The source vein, as thick as a mountain, was located in the center of the Qi Sea, distorting the void and disrupting the flow of time. The green threads wrapped around it layer by layer, and the Wood element's life force surged in like a tide, causing the source vein to crumble inch by inch. The essence of time poured down like a waterfall into the chaotic Qi Sea.

A three-pronged approach.

All three source veins collapsed simultaneously.

Fragments of time flowed like a galaxy, drifting within the Chaotic Treasure Palace. The power of time surged like a raging tide, colliding fiercely with the Chaotic Sea of ​​Qi. The hazy Dao light intertwined with the fragments of time, exploding and reforming, reforming and exploding again. The Chaotic Sea of ​​Qi churned like boiling water, and the origin of time flowed back like a long river, endlessly merging into the Chaotic Dao Yuan.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body surrounded by a hazy, shimmering light, and seven colors.

Within the chaotic Dao body, the meridians swelled like rivers and seas, intertwined with the hazy Dao light and the Dao power of time. The Dao source of time clung to the walls of the meridians, flickering uncertainly. The hazy Dao light washed over them, causing the markings to shatter, then reform, only to shatter again, repeating this countless times. On the walls of the meridians, the hazy Dao light and the Dao source of time gradually began to merge, each containing the other.

The acupoints gleam like stars, the power of time accumulated within them, reflecting a long river of history; in this river, life and death cycle, flourishing and decay alternate. The deeper the power of time accumulates, the brighter the acupoints become. When they reach their peak brightness, the acupoints shatter, then reform, shatter again… this cycle repeats thousands upon thousands of times, with each acupoint expanding and deepening in depth.

Upon the foundation of chaos, chaotic Dao patterns are densely distributed like a net, with a hazy Dao light flowing endlessly. The Dao patterns of light and time, derived from the origin of light and time, are like threads, adhering to the chaotic Dao patterns. The two patterns intertwine, gradually showing signs of merging. The chaotic Dao patterns encompass all things, while the Dao patterns of light and time erode and penetrate. One advances, the other retreats, in a constant tug-of-war.

The seven spirits sang in unison.

The golden crow flapped its wings, and the Heavenly Fire poured down from the treetops, pouring into Li Mu's body; wherever the Heavenly Fire passed, the Dao Source of Time in his meridians collapsed at an accelerated rate, and the gray Dao Light surged.

As the Azure Dragon roared, the vitality of the Wood element surged forth like a tide, pouring into Li Mu's body. Wherever the vitality of the Wood element passed, the power of time within his acupoints precipitated and accelerated, causing the acupoints to explode and then recombine, becoming even more profound.

The Black Tortoise roared, and the Weak Water surged, pouring into Li Mu's body. Wherever the Weak Water passed, the fusion of the Radiant Dao Pattern and the Chaos Dao Pattern on his Dao Foundation accelerated. The two patterns intertwined and gradually became one.

The Qilin treads on the clouds, and the Dao light of the Earth element soars into the sky, pouring into Li Mu's body. Wherever the Dao light of the Earth element passes, his body becomes as stable as a mountain, his meridians do not crack, and his acupoints do not collapse.

……

The seven spirits resounded together, and the seven-colored Dao source surged into Li Mu's body like a tide.

The chaotic body trembled violently, and the hazy Dao light within its meridians completely merged with the Dao source of time, becoming indistinguishable. The power of time settled like a sea within its acupoints, which were as deep as an abyss. On the foundation of the Dao, the chaotic Dao patterns and the luminous Dao patterns merged into one, transforming into entirely new Dao patterns.

The Dao patterns are hazy, flowing with both pure and turbid energies. Within them, the source of the Dao of time flows and the power of time surges, revealing the Dao patterns. The birth and death of all worlds, the rotation of the five elements, the interaction of Yin and Yang, the long river of time, and the evolution of all the Dao principles are endlessly rotating.

Li Mu's body was surrounded by a surge of gray light, with seven colors swirling around him.

Within the Chaos Treasure Palace, all three source veins collapsed. Fragments of time flowed like a river of stars, gradually subsiding. The power of time receded like a raging tide, returning to silence. The Chaos Sea of ​​Qi churned and boiled, the hazy Dao light and the origin of time completely merging.

……

A century of refinement passes in the blink of an eye.

The seven primordial ancestral trees, their trunks now completely healed from cracks, their canopies blotting out the sun, and seven-colored rays of light shooting into the sky.

The Golden Crow's wings regenerate, and the Heavenly Flame surges like a tide. The Azure Dragon's scales reunite, and the Wood element's vitality is as vast as the sea. The Black Tortoise's shell heals, and the Weak Water surges ceaselessly. The Qilin's broken horn grows back, and the Earth element's Dao light soars to the heavens. The White Tiger's missing tooth grows back, and the Metal element's sharpness cleaves the sky. The Thunder God's hammer heals from its cracks, and purple lightning traverses the void. The Wind God's sleeves are mended from their tattered state, and a hurricane sweeps across the heavens and earth.

The seven spirits resounded together, conveying an uplifting message.

Li Mu opened his eyes and woke up.

Within his eyes, a chaotic vortex of stars was as deep as an abyss, within which the birth and death of myriad realms, the rotation of the five elements, the interplay of yin and yang, and the long river of time, all the evolutionary scenes of the Dao, ceaselessly revolved. At the center of the vortex, a chaotic Dao seal floated, its body flowing with the source of the Dao of time, the power of time surging.

His entire body radiated a restrained, deep gray light, with not a trace of oppressive power emanating from him. Within his chaotic Dao body, his meridians were as wide as a galaxy, the gray Dao light intertwined with the Dao source of time like a net. His acupoints shone like stars, the power of time settling like a vast ocean.

The foundation of the Dao is as solid as the beginning of chaos, the Dao patterns are gray and hazy, the pure and turbid energies flow, and the long river of time surges within.

The origin of chaos has tripled in size.

Li Mu stood up, the seven trees swayed, and seven-colored light gathered and poured into his body.

The Golden Crow alights on the left shoulder, the Heavenly Fire recedes. The Azure Dragon coils on the right arm, the life force of the Wood element inwards. The Black Tortoise lies beneath the feet, the Weak Water returns to stillness. The Qilin steps before the body, the Earth element's light recedes. The White Tiger crouches beside the body, the sharpness of the Metal element inwards. The Thunder God hangs above the head, the purple lightning subsides. The Wind God stands behind the body, the hurricane calms.

The seven spirits sing in unison, conveying a sense of closeness.

Li Mu reached out, and a hazy, ethereal light condensed in his palm.

Within the Daoguang era, fragments of time flowed like a galaxy, and the power of the years surged like a tide.

With a thought, Li Mu's palm light transformed into a gray halberd, the Dao source of time flowing through its body, the power of time condensing. With another movement, the halberd transformed into a gray shield, on which the river of time surged, and fragments of time floated and sank.

The Great Dao of Chaos encompasses time.

Li Mu stopped, a smile playing on his lips.

The chaotic will spread, instantly enveloping the entire vast land. In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, ten thousand ancestral trees stood tall, their trunks mostly healed of cracks, branches and leaves regenerating. Dao soldiers sat cross-legged beneath the trees, their various Dao lights gradually brightening. The Dao Ancestor who had merged with the Dao closed his eyes to heal his injuries, his aura steadily recovering. The Source Vein Spiritual Network flowed like a dragon, the Source Qi flow returning to its original speed.

Seven primordial ancestral trees took root deep in the source sea, their roots penetrating the void, frantically absorbing source energy, and seven-colored Dao light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire source sea.

……

Time and space.

A strange white light swept across the sky, illuminating the void with a ghastly white hue.

The river of time has frozen into a mirror, where fragments of time cease to drift and the marks of years remain fixed. Strange trees stand on both banks, their trunks as white as alabaster, branches drooping, bearing human faces and abundant fruit, their whispers echoing like a tide.

"Hungry... still hungry..."

The Demon Mother sat cross-legged at the source of the long river, her long hair hanging down, the ends of which flickered with a strange white light like a dying candle. Countless strange threads plunged into the depths of the riverbed, into the remaining source of the Heavenly Eclipse, and devoured it frantically.

A century has passed.

The source of the celestial eclipse was completely devoured, and the Sea of ​​Time was entirely returned to the treacherous path.

The aura of the Demon Mother surged, her shattered half-body had already healed, her Dao patterns had reassembled as before, and her eerie white eyes were as deep as an abyss, reflecting the scene of the collapse of all worlds and the fall of all living beings. Her long hair fell to her shoulders, the ends of which glowed with an eerie white light, and one by one, human-faced fruits swelled up to the size of a fist, opening their mouths to shriek.

A strange white light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire void.

The demon mother opened her eyes, her white pupils flashing.

Within his body, the essence of the unorthodox path surged like boiling water, with the Heavenly Eclipse Time Dao and the unorthodox path largely merging. However, at the final moment of merging, it got stuck.

Almost.

It was so close to perfection.

The Demon Mother's expression darkened as she looked inward at herself.

At the core of the unorthodox path, a strange crystal floats, within its core countless twisted Dao patterns layered upon each other, depicting the collapse of all worlds and the fall of all living beings. The surface of the strange crystal is as smooth as a mirror, while the Dao patterns inside are solid and cast.

However, in the center of the strange crystal, a tiny crack was faintly visible.

Within the crack, a piece of the essence of time is missing.

"Those three source veins!"

The vengeful mother gritted her teeth, her white eyes twitching.

Li Mu seized the three most core source veins of the Sea of ​​Time. These source veins contained the essence of the Heavenly Eclipse Dao Master's entire life. Without these three, the Path of Deception could not be perfected.

The Demon Mother formed hand seals, unleashing the full power of her demonic arts.

A blinding white light surged, and countless strange threads plunged into the depths of the Sea of ​​Time, attempting to extract the essence of time from the remaining source of time and mend the rift.

The eerie threads pierced the scattered fragments of time, uprooting the remaining essence of time and transforming it into a gray-white river of light that flowed into the Mother of Evil's body. However, the extracted essence of time was as thin as mist, far from enough to fill the crack. The Mother of Evil reluctantly withdrew, her face grim.

"Master Li."

The Demon Mother gazed towards the chaotic vast land, her white eyes filled with hatred: "You took thirty percent of the source veins, and I agreed. But what you took were the three main veins, the essence of time. Without these three, my demonic path will never be complete!"

"You plotted against me."

"I shielded you from the four realms and killed the Heavenly Eclipse for you. And you, taking advantage of my serious injury, tried to seize my foundation."

"My path of deception is incomplete, so you won't have an easy time either."

……

The Demon Mother stood at the source of the River of Time, her long hair hanging down, her white eyes gazing towards the chaotic land, filled with surging hatred.

After a long silence, the Demon Mother sighed, "The Lord of Chaos is someone I cannot afford to offend."

“Purple Extreme, Netherworld Fiend, Primordial Beginning.” The Ghost Mother’s white eyes flashed, and she suddenly said, “Those three old things are seriously injured. Taking their essence might be enough to mend the rift in the Ghost Path!”

"Ziji, you're the one!"

After contemplating, the Demon Mother formed hand seals. A strange white light surged, her long hair cascaded down, and the human-faced fruit shrieked. A strange white phantom emerged from the Demon Mother's body, its appearance identical to hers.

The Demon Mother's clone turned around, took a step, and vanished.
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Purple Sky vast domain.

Purple light illuminated the void, turning it a deep crimson like blood.

Three hundred thousand Purple Cloud Ancestral Trees stood tall, their trunks swirling with purple flames, and their branches intertwined with purple light to form a sea. Cracks covered the trunks, and Dao soldiers sat cross-legged beneath them, their various Dao lights flickering uncertainly. Dao Ancestors and Dao Masters closed their eyes to heal their injuries, half of them bearing wounds.

The Purple Cloud Palace floated in the center of the vast domain, with nine layers of Purple Cloud Array Walls flowing and purple light soaring into the sky.

The Lord of the Purple Extreme sat cross-legged deep within the Dao Palace, surrounded by nine purple sun dharma images. The axe mark on his chest was hazy with Dao light, surging with purple radiance, and healing was slow.

"Lord of Chaos".

The Lord of Purple Extremes opened his eyes, his purple eyes dark and gloomy.

"This axe blow injured my very essence. It took a hundred years of recuperation to heal only 30% of it."

The Lord of Purple Extremes formed hand seals.

The nine purple suns suddenly shone brightly, and the purple light surged into the axe mark on his chest like a tide, washing away the gray light and polishing it inch by inch.

The boundary of the Purple Cloud Vast Domain.

The void cracked open, and a strange white light flashed.

The avatar of the Demon Mother broke through the void and emerged, her long hair falling down, her white eyes gazing at the purple light deep within the vast domain.

"Purple Cloud Formation".

The avatar of the Demon Mother murmured, its form transforming into a wisp of eerie white light, silently seeping into the void rift. Wherever the eerie thread passed, the void remained undisturbed, and the Purple Cloud Array Wall showed no reaction whatsoever.

The Demon Mother's clone passed through the nine-layered array wall and landed at the edge of the Purple Cloud Vast Domain.

Before them, rows of Purple Cloud Ancestral Trees stood tall, their trunks wreathed in purple flames, their roots plunging deep into the source veins, frantically absorbing the source energy. Dao soldiers sat cross-legged beneath the trees, while Dao Ancestors of the Dao Realm closed their eyes to heal their injuries, unnoticed by anyone.

The Demon Mother's clone smiled, its form transforming into tiny white particles that drifted into the void.

The particles drifted in the wind and landed on the roots of a Purple Cloud Tree.

A faint, eerie white light flashed and seeped into the roots.

Within the roots, the essence of the Purple Cloud surged like a tide. The strange white particles traveled along the roots, avoiding the erosion of the essence, and burrowed deep into the roots.

One plant.

The strange white particles took root in the roots, slowly absorbing the essence of the Purple Cloud, so slowly that it was imperceptible.

Ten days have passed.

The white particle swelled up slightly and split into two.

Two microparticles burrowed deeper into the roots and continued to absorb nutrients.

Ten more days passed.

Two grains become four.

Four grains become eight grains.

A month later, eerie white particles covered the roots of the Purple Cloud Ancestral Tree.

On the tree trunk, a faint, eerie white line appeared, winding like a snake and spreading towards the heart of the tree. The line was so faint that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

……

The edge of the Purple Sky Vast Domain.

The strange white particles spread to the roots of the ten Purple Cloud Ancestral Trees. Deep within the roots of each ancestral tree, the strange white particles were densely covered like moss, absorbing the strange Purple Cloud essence. Strange white patterns meandered and spread on the tree trunks, advancing towards the heart of the tree.

March.

Ten trees multiplied into a hundred, and eerie white patterns spread from the roots to the trunk, and from the trunk to the branches. On the branches, the nascent human-faced fruits solidified, shriveled like pits, neither opening their mouths nor shrieking.

The Demon Mother's clone hid within the white microparticles, sensing the state of the hundred ancestral trees.

"Too slow!"

The demigod mother's clone murmured, her hands forming hand seals.

A burst of eerie white light erupted, and deep within the roots of the hundred ancestral trees, the eerie white particles simultaneously surged, increasing the power they absorbed tenfold.

The essence of Zixiao surged forth like a tide, flowing into the strange white particles along the strange threads. The particles swelled, split, swelled again, and split again.

A strange white microparticle spread from the ancestral tree to its entire root system and penetrated the main trunk.

The eerie white patterns on the tree trunk shone brightly, winding like snakes and instantly spreading to the canopy. On the branches, the human-faced fruits swelled up and opened their mouths.

"pain……"

A faint murmur, as weak as a thread.

The demonic mother's avatar's expression changed, and she formed hand seals, releasing a surge of eerie white light that suppressed her babbling.

However, once the babbling began, it was no longer possible to remain hidden.

Zixiao Dao Palace.

The Lord of Purple Extremes opened his eyes, his purple eyes flashing, piercing through layers of void and covering the entire Purple Heaven Vast Domain.

Purple light soared into the sky, ancestral trees stretched out in abundance, and Dao soldiers sat cross-legged—everything was as usual.

The Lord of Purple Extremes frowned slightly, his purple eyes falling towards the edge of the vast domain.

On the trunks of the hundred Purple Cloud Ancestral Trees, eerie white patterns shimmered faintly, so faint as to be almost invisible. The Purple Extreme Lord's purple eyes narrowed, and he immediately made a discovery, his expression changing drastically. (End of Chapter)