Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Within the three-colored refining array, purple light burned, death energy eroded, and causal threads sealed it off.

The Ghost Mother stood in the formation, her long hair disheveled, half of her body charred black by the Purple Heaven Dao Fire. Death energy seeped into her wounds, and ghostly white fluid gushed out, unable to heal for a long time. The charred flesh and blood intertwined with the ghostly white fluid, emitting a putrid stench.

The human-faced fruit was shriveled and most of it had fallen off, with only a few remaining hanging at the ends of its hair. Its murmurs were low and intermittent, like a candle flickering in the wind, and its eerie white eyes were as dim as a lamp about to go out.

Fifty years.

The Demon Mother repeatedly attacked the trapping formation, only to be repeatedly pushed back by the three-colored Dao light.

The Purple Heaven Dao Fire burned away the Demonic Silk, the Death Qi eroded the Demonic Dao's origin, and the causal threads entangled the retreat route. Every impact required the consumption of the already scarce Demonic Origin.

Currently, less than 10% of the original essence of the demonic path remains within the Demon Mother's body.

The Ghost Mother raised her eyes and looked at the three Dao Lords outside the formation.

The Primordial Dao Lord stood outside the formation, his body swirling with the Daoist aura of cause and effect, his chaotic eyes calm as still water, observing coldly from the sidelines.

"Mother of Deviousness, surrender obediently." The Primordial Dao Master said calmly, "I have thoroughly studied the flaws of the Devious Path. Your Devious Path is not yet complete, and you cannot do anything to the Three Realms. Now that your origin is less than 30%, you still want to struggle?"

The Lord of the Purple Pole stood on the east side, surrounded by nine purple suns, their purple light blazing fiercely.

The Lord of the Netherworld sat on the white bone throne on the west side, his deathly aura surging like ink, his eerie green eyes flashing.

The Primordial Dao Lord stood on the south side, his Daoist aura of cause and effect flowing like a tide, his chaotic eyes as deep as an abyss, and his aura as steady as a mountain.

The Demon Mother's face was cold and sinister, and she was operating the Demonic Path at full power.

A burst of eerie white light erupted, and billions of eerie threads surged from the ends of hair, piercing into the array walls, attempting to devour the remaining Dao source within the array to replenish themselves.

When the strange threads touched the three-colored array wall, the Purple Heaven Dao Fire burned them, causing the strange threads to crumble inch by inch. The death energy corroded the strange threads, making them dim. The threads of cause and effect became entangled, making it difficult for the strange threads to move forward.

The array walls remained completely still.

The void within the formation solidified, the laws of the Dao collapsed, and it was isolated from the outside world, with no source able to invade.

The source of the evil path within his body continued to drain away, the human-faced fruits withered and fell off one after another, the ghostly white pupils grew increasingly dim, and the charred half of his body churned with fluid, healing slowly.

The Primordial Dao Lord stood with his hands behind his back, his chaotic eyes calm as still water: "Mother of Demons, you devoured the Heavenly Eclipse and attacked Zixiao, and now you are trapped here. What else do you have to say?"

The Demon Mother's white eyes flickered as she looked at the three Dao Lords and asked, "If you kill me, who will benefit the most?"

The three Dao Lords remained silent and did not respond to her.

Undeterred, the Demon Mother continued, "It was the Lord of Chaos. With my death, the Three Realms suffered a great loss of vitality, and the Chaos Vast Land was no longer restrained. That fellow reaped the benefits. Why do you think he didn't help me? He was waiting for you and me to both be severely weakened so he could unify the realms!"

The Lord of Purple Extremes' purple eyes flashed.

The Netherworld Lord's death aura surged, and his eerie green eyes flickered uncertainly.

The Primordial Dao Master's expression changed slightly, and his chaotic eyes looked at the Strange Mother.

The Demon Mother continued, "With my death, the Three Realms will lose one opponent. However, the Chaos Dao Lord will lose one restraint. Of the three of you, who can stop him?"

The three masters looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.

The Lord of Purple Extremes, with his dark purple eyes, looked at the Lord of Primordial Dao.

The Primordial Dao Master looked thoughtful, as if he was considering something.

The Ghost Mother stood up, her charred half-body churning with fluids, the Dao patterns on her white bones re-forming, healing slowly. She pressed on, saying, "Spare my life, and I will form an alliance with the Three Realms to jointly destroy the Chaos Dao Lord. His Chaos Dao is your greatest threat."

The Lord of Purple Extremes' purple eyes flashed as he looked at the Primordial Dao Lord and asked telepathically, "Fellow Daoist Primordial, what do you think?"

“You are a treacherous and unpredictable person, how can I trust you?” said the Lord of the Netherworld Sect anxiously.

The Demon Mother gave a bitter smile: "Believe it or not. In my current state, what trouble can I possibly cause? If you don't kill me, I'll shield you from the Chaos Dao Lord. If you kill me, no one can stop the Chaos Dao Lord, and the Three Realms will be swallowed up by him sooner or later. You should settle this score yourselves."

The Lord of Purple Extremes snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Mother of Demons, didn't you want to devour me, and now you want to form an alliance with us?"

The Demon Mother looked at the Lord of the Purple Extreme and resignedly said, "Times have changed. I want to live, and you want to live. Let each take what you need."

The Lord of Purple Extremes was speechless for a moment, then looked at the Dao Lord of Primordial Beginning and asked telepathically, "Fellow Daoist Primordial Beginning, what do you think?"

"The words of the Deceptive Mother are not without reason! The Great Dao of Chaos is the greatest threat to us!" The Primordial Dao Lord responded in a telepathic message.

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Netherworld angrily objected: "The cunning Mother is extremely treacherous. How can we believe her desperate words of survival?"

"That's true!" The Primordial Dao Master nodded with a smile, confidently saying, "As long as we thoroughly understand the flaws in the Deceptive Path and seize the Deceptive Mother's weakness, she won't be able to cause any trouble. I have roughly figured out the flaws in the Deceptive Path. If she betrays the alliance, I have a way to subdue her."

The Primordial Dao Master formed hand seals, and the Daoist rhyme of cause and effect flowed like a tide. With his hands forming hand seals, a wisp of the Origin of the Strange Mother was drawn out from the array and floated in his palm. The Origin was gray and white intertwined, and the strange white light flickered uncertainly. Countless twisted Dao patterns surged and struggled within it.

The two masters, Ziji and Yousha, watched intently.

The Primordial Dao Master extended causal threads from his fingertips, entangling the wisp of the strange Dao origin. The causal threads penetrated layer by layer, causing the eerie white light to explode. The origin struggled violently, its Dao patterns flowing wildly, attempting to break free.

The Primordial Dao Master sneered, and the Daoist aura of cause and effect emanated from his body.

The threads tightened suddenly, and the origin of the evil path collapsed inch by inch, turning into countless twisted Dao patterns that drifted into the void.

As the Dao patterns dissipated, the threads of cause and effect traced back to their source, each Dao pattern connected to a source of erosion, endless and densely packed.

The Primordial Dao Master withdrew his hand, and that wisp of the strange Dao's origin completely dissipated.

The Lord of the Purple Extremes' purple eyes blazed brightly: "What is this?"

The Primordial Dao Master smiled slightly and explained, "The flaw of the Deceptive Path lies in the fact that its origin is not cultivated by itself, but rather comes from the erosion of all other paths. The Path of Cause and Effect can precisely trace back to its source and sever its connection with the erosion of all other paths, causing the Deceptive Path to collapse on its own."

The Netherworld Dao Master's deathly aura surged, and he excitedly asked, "Can it be severed?"

The Primordial Dao Master nodded: "It can be severed. I have thoroughly grasped the foundation of the Demonic Path. Whichever path she has eroded, the threads of cause and effect will be severed at their source. Once severed completely, the Demonic Path will collapse, and she will have no power to recover!"

The Lord of Purple Extremes looked at the Demon Mother in the formation, his purple eyes cold.

The Primordial Dao Master's hands moved in a series of hand seals, and threads of cause and effect surged forth from his fingertips, like thousands of serpents coiling towards the Demon Mother within the formation. The threads were as thin as gossamer, yet contained the cycle of cause and effect, piercing through the eerie white light and striking directly at the Demon Mother's body.

The Demon Mother let out a fierce roar, and billions of demonic threads surged from the ends of her hair, desperately resisting.

However, the threads of cause and effect are all-pervasive, ignoring the obstruction of the strange threads, and directly entangle the core of the strange mother's origin along the causal connection. The threads pierce into the cracks of the strange crystal, wrapping around it layer by layer, and cutting into the depths of the core.

The Ghost Mother's white eyes twitched wildly as she sensed that the threads of cause and effect were tracing the source of the erosion of the Ghost Path's origin.

Then, by associating cause and effect, it invaded the core of the demonic path.

The next moment, the Demon Mother's Dharma Form—the roots of the Demon Tree—crashed inch by inch, the demonic white particles exploded and dissipated, and the remaining demonic source was shredded by the power of cause and effect, accelerating the loss of the essence of the demonic path. The human-faced fruit withered and fell off, and the murmur ceased.
Seeing this, the Lord of Purple Extremes' purple eyes blazed brightly, eager to try.

The Netherworld Lord's death aura surged, his eerie green eyes flashed with excitement, and the countless illusory corpses beneath the White Bone Throne shrieked, wishing they could rush into the formation and tear the Ghost Mother apart.

The Primordial Dao Master withdrew his hand, the threads of cause and effect ceasing their binding. Looking at the Ghost Mother, whose origins were out of control within the formation, he said coldly, "Ghost Mother, give up resisting and obediently submit to restraint, and I will spare your life!" The Ghost Mother steadied herself, half of her body charred black, her ghostly white eyes dim as a flickering candle. She looked at Zi Ji and You Sha, and smiled bitterly, "Spare my life?"

The Primordial Dao Master calmly said, "I have seized the flaw in your unorthodox path, so you cannot overturn the heavens. After you are bound, I will seal your unorthodox crystal with the Dao patterns of cause and effect, thus sealing your unorthodox origin. Obediently serve the Three Realms, and I will guarantee your survival."

The Lord of the Purple Extremes' purple eyes flashed as he telepathically asked the Primordial Dao Lord, "Are you really going to keep her?"

The Primordial Dao Lord responded telepathically: "Keep her. The Deceptive Path is useful. The Chaos Dao Lord is the real threat. Keeping the Deceptive Mother to restrain him is more worthwhile than killing her."

The Lord of Purple Extremes remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

The Netherworld Dao Master's death aura surged, his face filled with resentment, but he said nothing.

The Primordial Dao Master looked at the Demon Mother and urged, "Demon Mother, think it through. If you submit, you live. If you don't submit, I will sever the foundation of your demonic path, and your path will perish."

The Demon Mother's white eyes flickered as she looked towards the three masters outside the formation.

The Lord of Purple Extremes possessed icy purple eyes, surrounded by nine purple sun emanations. The Lord of Netherworld swirled with deathly aura, his eerie green eyes filled with hatred. The Lord of Primordial Beginning stood with his hands behind his back, his chaotic eyes calm as still water, the Daoist principles of cause and effect flowing like a tide.

The mysterious mother remained silent for a long time.

"I am bound."

The Demon Mother withdrew her hand, the eerie white light receded, her long hair fell down, and all the human-faced fruits fell off. The eerie white light at the ends of her hair dimmed like a flickering candle.

The next moment, threads of cause and effect surged in, wrapping around the body of the Demon Mother. The threads wrapped layer upon layer, from the limbs to the waist, from the waist to the neck, and from the neck to the brow.

The Demon Mother remained calm, letting the threads of cause and effect entwine her.

The threads of cause and effect pierced the cracks in the strange crystal, wrapping around it layer by layer, sealing the cracks. At the ends of the threads, a Dao pattern of cause and effect condensed and imprinted on the surface of the strange crystal. The Dao pattern flowed, and the power of cause and effect penetrated the core of the strange crystal.

The Demon Mother sensed that the connection between the origin of the Demonic Path and the erosion of all paths had been severed by the causal Dao patterns. The remaining connection barely kept the Demonic Path from collapsing, but it had lost most of its means of control.

The Primordial Dao Master withdrew his hand and looked at the Ghost Mother, saying, "Ghost Mother, from this day forward, you are bound to me. You will do whatever I command."

The Demon Mother lowered her brows, her white eyes dimming: "I understand."

The Lord of Purple Extremes' purple eyes flashed as he looked at the Primordial Dao Lord: "Fellow Daoist Primordial, what's next?"

The Primordial Dao Lord gazed towards the direction of the Chaotic Vast Land, his chaotic eyes deep and profound.

"First, stabilize the Three Realms. With the Demon Mother bound, the Three Realms have gained an additional ally. Once I have completely refined the flaws in the Demonic Path, then I will plan to conquer the Chaos Realm."

The Netherworld Dao Master's deathly aura surged: "What about that kid? Just leaving him to fend for himself?"

The Primordial Dao Master shook his head: "I can't control him. That kid has refined the Time Source Vein and made further progress in the Chaos Dao. The Three Domains' energy has not yet recovered, so a direct attack will not yield any good results. The Chaos Vast Land's foundation is not as deep as the Three Domains', so it can afford to wait. Once the Three Domains recover their energy and the Deceptive Path is completely at my disposal, we will join forces to kill him."

The Lord of Purple Extremes remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

The Primordial Dao Lord raised his hand, and the three-colored refining array slowly dissipated. The purple light, death energy, and threads of cause and effect receded, and the void returned to its deathly silence.

The Demon Mother stood in the void, her long hair hanging down, causal threads wrapped around her body, and her demonic white eyes dim.

The Primordial Dao Lord looked at the Ghost Mother and ordered, "Come back to the Primordial Vast Domain with me."

The wicked mother nodded sadly.

The Primordial Dao Lord took a step forward, his figure transforming into primordial energy, and fled swiftly towards the Primordial Vast Domain.

The Demon Mother followed closely behind, her white light dimming, and threads of cause and effect flowing around her body like chains binding her.

……

The primordial chaos, the source of all paths.

Seven primordial ancestral trees stood tall, their trunks shrouded in a greyish aura, shimmering with a flowing Dao light, their branches interwoven with seven-colored radiance like a vast sea. The Golden Crow flapped its wings, unleashing surging Heavenly Dao Fire. The Azure Dragon coiled, its Wood element teeming with life. The Black Tortoise raised its head, its Weak Water churning ceaselessly. The Qilin trod on the clouds, its Earth element's Dao light soaring to the heavens. The White Tiger crouched, its Metal element's sharp edge cleaving the sky. The Thunder God wielded his hammer, purple lightning traversing the void. The Wind God flicked his sleeve, unleashing a hurricane that swept across heaven and earth.

The seven spirits cried out in unison, their voices resounding throughout the source sea.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body enveloped in a hazy, restrained aura of Dao light. After a century of seclusion, the Source Vein of Time had been completely refined.

Within the primordial body, the meridians are as vast as a galaxy, interwoven with the hazy Dao light and the source of time like a net, indistinguishable from one another. The acupoints are as brilliant as stars, the power of time settled like the sea, each acupoint reflecting a segment of the long river of time, where birth and death cycle, withering and flourishing alternate, like the beginning of chaos, with hazy Dao patterns, flowing with pure and turbid energies, and within, the long river of time surges, the birth and death of all worlds, the rotation of the five elements, the harmony of Yin and Yang, and all the Dao principles of endless cycles.

On the foundation of chaos, the Dao patterns of time and chaos merged perfectly.

Two lines intertwine and intertwine, each containing the other, transforming into a new Dao pattern. The Dao pattern is a hazy gray, flowing with both pure and turbid energies, with the power of time surging like a tide within, and the scales of time densely distributed like stars.

Deep within the Chaotic Dao Sea, a Chaotic Dao Seal floats, its body shrouded in gray, flowing with the Dao Source of Time. On the surface of the seal, seven patterns appear and disappear, flowing with the power of time, reflecting the long river of years.

"The Seven Transformations of Chaos, the First Transformation, is the Transformation of Time."

The chaotic star vortex in Li Mu's eyes was as deep as an abyss. At the center of the vortex, the long river of time surged endlessly, and fragments of time floated and sank like stars.

After a century of refinement, the three Time Source Veins were completely integrated into the Great Dao of Chaos, causing the Chaos Origin to surge, more than tripling in size compared to a century ago. The cracks in the trunks of the seven Primordial Ancestral Trees healed completely, their canopies now covering the sky, and seven-colored Dao light soared into the heavens.

Li Mu's chaotic will spread out, enveloping the void spanning billions of miles. Li Mu raised his hand, and a hazy Dao light condensed at his fingertips. The source of time flowed like a tide, and wherever the Dao light passed, the flow of time suddenly accelerated. A thousand years in an instant, a thousand years in an instant.

The Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, where ten thousand ancestral trees tremble in unison.

The traces of time spread wildly across the tree trunk, the bark cracked, the branches and leaves withered and turned yellow, and in an instant, they withered and died. The dead branches and leaves fell like rain, the trunk was shriveled like rotten wood, the roots shrank, and life was cut off.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

When the tree was at its most withered, the life force of the Yi Wood surged forth from the depths of its roots, and the withered tree was reborn in spring. New buds sprouted from the trunk, branches and leaves regenerated, the bark rejoined, and the roots grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the 100,000 ancestral trees were restored to their former glory, their trunks even thicker than before, their branches and leaves lush, and their light shining brightly.

Withered, reborn.

Wither again, then be reborn.

Repeat seven times.

After seven cycles of withering and flourishing, the trunk of the 100,000 ancestral tree grew a circle, its canopy expanded by three-tenths of an inch, and the rays of light intertwined among its branches and leaves to form a sea, while its roots remained as solid as a mountain.

In the center of the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, stands the Starry Dao Platform.

A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. The ancestral tree has withered and been reborn seven times.

Ancient Dao Ancestor's face was filled with disbelief: "What is this? What's going on?!"

Dao Ancestor Haotian sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, his starry eyes shining brightly. He quickly calculated with his fingers and said, "The flow of time is changing rapidly. It is the Dao Lord. It is the Dao Lord who is controlling the Great Dao of Time!"

"Master Li, Master Li must have refined the Great Dao of Time!" Dao Ancestor Gu Xi exclaimed excitedly. (End of Chapter)