Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Deep within the primordial vastness.

The cage of cause and effect floats in the void, its body covered with layers of transparent silk threads. The void inside the cage is solidified, the laws of the Dao are shattered, and it is isolated from the outside world.

The Demon Mother sat cross-legged in the cage, her long hair hanging down, the ends of which glowed with a faint, eerie white light like a flickering candle. Chains of cause and effect extended from the cage walls, binding her limbs, waist, and neck. The ends of the chains pierced the cracks in the demonic crystal, wrapping around it layer by layer, sealing off the core.

The Primordial Dao Lord stood outside the cage, his body radiating the Dao of Cause and Effect. His chaotic eyes were calm as water. He formed hand seals, and threads of cause and effect seeped into the cage, binding the strange crystal. As the threads tightened, the strange crystal trembled violently, and a strange white light exploded, with twisted Dao patterns flowing wildly inside.

The Primordial Dao Master's expression remained unchanged, and the Daoist aura of cause and effect surged. The silk threads penetrated deep into the strange crystal, inch by inch erasing the mark of the strange Dao.

The Ghost Mother kept her eyes closed and her face was calm as she allowed the threads of cause and effect to refine the Ghost Crystal. The Ghost Dao Origin within her body was suppressed by the power of cause and effect, and the chains of cause and effect left deep marks on her Ghost White Dao Body.

One day.

January.

One year.

As the Primordial Dao Master refines the crystal daily, the threads of cause and effect wear away the mark of the Strange Crystal by a fraction, thus weakening the origin of the Strange Mother and the Strange Dao.

The mother remained compliant, neither resisting nor struggling.

The Primordial Dao Lord withdrew his attack, his chaotic eyes gazing at the Demon Mother, and he couldn't help but praise, "Not bad!"

The Primordial Dao Lord turned around, took a step, and his figure vanished.

The cage of cause and effect falls silent.

The Ghost Mother opened her eyes, her white pupils dim and lifeless, and looked in the direction where the Primordial Dao Lord had disappeared outside the cage, a very faint smile appearing on her lips.

Deep within the mysterious crystal, in the gap between the causal chain and the crystal itself, a wisp of eerie white light lies dormant.

This wisp of light was as thin as a spider's thread, finer than silk and more fragile than a spider web. When the refining power of the Primordial Dao Lord swept over this place, it slid away silently, as if the place was empty and there was no trace of the strange Dao aura.

The art of deception excels at erosion!

By tracing the origins and severing the roots of cause and effect, one can effectively restrain the power of deviant paths to erode all paths.

The Primordial Dao Master has been comprehending the Great Dao of Cause and Effect for tens of thousands of years. He believes he has thoroughly understood the shortcomings of the Demonic Path. He sealed the Demonic Crystal with the Chain of Cause and Effect and refined it with the power of cause and effect every day, inch by inch, grinding away the Demonic Path imprint. Once the Demonic Path imprint has completely dissipated, the Demonic Mother will be no different from an ordinary cultivator and will no longer have the ability to erode all paths.

There is nothing wrong with this deduction.

The Great Dao of Cause and Effect, by tracing its origins and severing its roots, can indeed cut off the connection between the Path of Deception and the erosion of all paths. The Demon Mother can no longer use the power of the Path of Deception to erode the principles of others, just as a tiger has its claws and teeth removed, or a dragon has its tendons and bones pulled out.

Unfortunately, the Primordial Dao Lord miscalculated one thing.

The Great Way of Cause and Effect severs the path through which the Deceptive Way erodes all other paths.

The treacherous mother never erodes the Great Dao of Cause and Effect itself.

What she is eroding is the chain of cause and effect.

The chain of cause and effect is also formed by the condensation of the Dao.

Since it is a principle, it can be eroded.

This chain of cause and effect was personally condensed by the Primordial Dao Lord and contains the primordial power of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect.

If the Demon Mother were to directly erode the chains with her unorthodox power, it would inevitably trigger a backlash from the causal chain, and the Primordial Dao Lord would notice it in an instant. But she deliberately chose not to confront it head-on.

The Demon Mother condensed the remaining demonic source into a wisp of light, hiding it between the chains and the demonic crystal, without touching the power of cause and effect in the slightest, and without triggering a backlash from tracing the source. The wisp of light was as thin as a gossamer thread, as slow as a tortoise crawling, penetrating little by little into the weakest point of the chains.

A year passes, and time erodes it bit by bit.

Ten years have passed, and even a tiny bit of it has been eroded.

The Primordial Dao Master refined the Strange Crystal, erasing the Strange Dao Imprint.

The Demon Mother then eroded the chains of cause and effect, erasing the primordial Dao patterns.

Both sides are grinding away. One is grinding away at the mark of the treacherous path, the other at the primordial Dao patterns. Whoever grinds away faster will win.

The Demon Mother concealed her eerie white light, hiding all traces deep within the gaps in the chains. Her aura was as still as stagnant water as she patiently waited.

Waiting for the day when the Three Realms and Chaos Dao Lord Li Mu go to war.

That day is not far off.

The Demon Mother raised her eyelids, her gaze piercing through the layers of threads of the causal cage, across the vast void of the Primordial Domain, and looking towards the direction of the Chaotic Land. Deep within her demonic white pupils, a fervent light flashed and disappeared, before returning to silence.

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The vast and chaotic realm, the source sea of ​​all paths.

Seven primordial ancestral trees stood tall, their trunks shrouded in a continuous flow of gray Dao light, while their intertwined branches and leaves emitted a seven-colored radiance that surged and undulated like ocean tides. Their canopies blocked out the sky and sun, enveloping the entire Origin Sea in a seven-colored light curtain.

Li Mu sat cross-legged among the seven trees, his body enveloped in a hazy, restrained Dao light, as if it were a bottomless abyss. As the Dao light flowed, the pure and impure energies gathered and dispersed, evolving into endless Daoist rhymes.

A hundred years is but a fleeting moment for a cultivator.

The three Time Veins have all merged into the Great Dao of Chaos, and the Chaos Origin has more than tripled in the past century. On the trunks of the seven Primordial Ancestral Trees, the cracks that were once so deep that bone could be seen have healed completely, and the bark is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the flow of seven-colored light. The canopies are several times larger than they were a hundred years ago, and the seven-colored Dao light soars into the sky, dyeing the sky of the Myriad Dao Origin Sea into a magnificent spectacle.

The Chaos Dao Foundation floated within Li Mu's body, its Dao patterns a hazy gray, with the pure and turbid energies circulating above it, and within it, a long river of time flowed ceaselessly. Fragments of time floated and drifted in the river like stars, their light flickering uncertainly. The Dao patterns of time and the Dao patterns of chaos had perfectly merged, intertwining and entwining without any gaps.

Right now.

At the deepest part of the Chaos Dao Foundation, a subtle pattern quietly emerged.

The patterns were as fine as hair, transparent in color, almost imperceptible without close inspection. Within, the void folded and space twisted, layers upon layers of void fractures stacked together like mirrors. The patterns slowly extended, inch by inch, gradually converging towards the direction of the Dao patterns of time.

The two lines were only inches apart, yet they could never truly touch. The transparent lines trembled slightly, conveying a deep longing.

With a thought, Li Mu's chaotic will sank into his Dao foundation, probing towards that Dao pattern.

The moment his consciousness touched the patterns, the scene before Li Mu's eyes suddenly changed.

Within the patterns, the power of space surged like a raging tide, the void folding into countless layers, overlapping and interlocking. Distances that were once close were infinitely stretched, while those that seemed worlds apart were infinitely compressed. Close at hand was worlds apart, and worlds apart was close at hand.

It is the Great Avenue of Space.

The chaotic star vortex in Li Mu's eyes spun rapidly, and the transparent pattern was reflected deep within the vortex.

"The Seven Transformations of Chaos... Time is the first transformation."

He murmured softly, his voice spreading through the silence of the Myriad Source Sea.

"The second change is in space."

"The origin of chaos yearns for the Great Dao of Space to fill itself... Is this the second transformation of the Great Dao of Chaos?"

Li Mu suddenly realized something, and the chaotic star vortex in his eyes became even more profound. At the center of the star vortex, the long river of time surged endlessly, and fragments of the void floated and scattered. Although the two forces had not truly merged, they had already shown a certain resonance.

Li Mu decided to give it a try and made a feint with his hand.

The next moment, the Chaos Giant Axe appeared in his palm, and the Dao Source was poured into it.

The axe body is grayish-brown, with clear and turbid energies flowing within it. The blade is covered with dense, net-like patterns of time, and the power of time surges like a tide. With each flow of clear and turbid energies, transparent lines appear and disappear along the edge of the axe blade.

The patterns were as fine as silk, with layers upon layers of folded void within, exactly like the spatial Dao pattern in the Dao Foundation. The Chaos Giant Palace trembled slightly, conveying a clear sense of longing to its master.

Li Mu smiled slightly and sank the chaotic will into the axe. In an instant, the power of space surged out from the depths of the axe. The void at the edge of the axe blade twisted, folded, collapsed, and reassembled wildly. The four changes alternated repeatedly without end.

Li Mu's thoughts stirred again, and the Chaos Source surged into the Chaos Giant Axe like a tidal wave.

By harnessing the transformations of the Great Dao of Chaos and Space, all changes are concentrated on the axe blade.

In an instant, the void around the axe folded violently, as if the distance between them were as vast as the ends of the earth, while the vast distance was compressed into the distance. This strange sense of contradiction condensed into the axe blade, transforming into a nearly transparent sharpness.

Li Mu gripped the axe handle and gently swung it towards the distant void.

A gray line was slashed out from the axe blade, silent and fleeting.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the void, and fragments of space surged like a tide inside the crack, with turbulent currents rolling back like dragons. The gray line slashed into the deepest part of the void and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Three breaths later.

Ten thousand miles away, a silent void suddenly shattered.

The gray line pierced through the air, cutting into a void fracture. Fragments of space inside the fracture scattered and flew everywhere, turbulent currents surged like boiling water, and the entire fracture trembled violently under this axe blow, lingering for a long time.

Li Mu sheathed his axe, his brows furrowing slightly, dissatisfied with the power of that blow.

“The Great Dao of Space…is even more difficult to comprehend than the Great Dao of Time!” Li Mu sighed.

The Great Dao of Time still has the source veins of time that can be refined and absorbed. As long as enough source veins are found, the condensation of the Dao patterns of time can be steadily promoted.

However, the Great Dao of Space is different. Within the Chaotic Land, the origin of space is as thin as morning mist, scattered throughout the void, and cannot condense into complete spatial Dao patterns.

Li Mu spread out his chaotic will, instantly enveloping the entire chaotic land.

The forest of ten thousand ancestors came into view.

One hundred thousand ancestral trees stand tall, their roots deeply embedded in the source veins, continuously drawing upon the source energy. The source vein spiritual network flows and surges beneath the vast earth like a giant dragon, with source energy surging in like a tide, pouring into the roots and branches of every ancestral tree.

Li Mu's thoughts raced, and his chaotic will poured into the entire chaotic land. His Dao transformation will operated at full power, and his Dao intent expanded wildly like a raging tide.

In an instant, the Daoist intent enveloped ten thousand miles.

Ten thousand miles.

Millions of miles.

Thousands of miles away.

The void surrounding the Chaotic Vast Land began to change violently. At the edges, the void twisted, folded, collapsed, and reassembled, with these four changes alternating. Beyond the boundary of the Vast Land, the void turbulent currents surged like a raging sea, and spatial fragments scattered like snowflakes, falling one after another into the endless void.

Li Mu formed hand seals, and the vast chaotic Dao Yuan surged out like a burst dam, pouring into every inch of the void of the Chaotic Domain.

The spatial power at the edge of the Dao Domain spread outwards like a tide. Wherever it passed, the void solidified like iron, and the turbulent currents calmed like a mirror. Those scattered fragments of space were swept up by the spatial power, attracting and colliding with each other, regrouping and merging, transforming into a brand new void.

The chaotic vast land began to expand outward.

Thousands of miles.

Wanli.

Ten thousand miles.

Millions of miles.

The vast territory expanded rapidly, like a puff of air, and the newly formed void spread outwards in concentric circles like ripples. Within the void, the power of space surged like a tide, and new source veins condensed and took shape in the void. Source energy filled the air like the sea, pouring into every inch of the newly born land.

Li Mu's expression suddenly changed.

Within the Chaotic Dao Domain, the rate at which spatial power was consumed far exceeded his expectations. By the time it expanded to a million miles, the spatial power accumulated within the Dao Domain was almost completely depleted.

At the edge of the domain, the newly formed void trembled violently, and cracks appeared and spread like a spider web, threatening to collapse completely at any moment.

"I can't hold on any longer!"

Li Mu rapidly formed hand seals, and the Chaos Dao Domain suddenly contracted.

The spatial power at the edge of the Dao Domain receded like a tide. The newly formed void, losing its support, crumbled inch by inch, spatial fragments exploded and flew everywhere, and turbulent currents surged back like dragons, tearing the newly formed source veins to shreds. The void returned to deathly silence, as if nothing had ever changed.

It expands for tens of millions of miles, and collapses for millions of miles.

As Li Mu retracted his Dao Domain, the territory of the Chaotic Land rapidly reverted to its original state. The newly formed void, the newly condensed source veins, and the newly surging source Qi all vanished like dreams and bubbles.

Li Mu stood deep within the Myriad Dao Source Sea, his body enveloped in a hazy, restrained Dao light, his face slightly pale.

"The spatial power is not stable enough... it can't hold."

Li Mu introspectively examined his own chaotic Dao foundation.

The newly formed spatial Dao pattern floated within, its light flickering, and cracks appeared and spread on the surface of the pattern, threatening to shatter into countless fragments at any moment.

As the Dao patterns of time flowed and the power of time surged forth, they enveloped the Dao patterns of space, barely stabilizing the ever-spreading cracks.

Upon seeing this, Li Mu frowned.

The spatial fragments drifting in the void are as thin as morning mist. Even if they are all absorbed, they cannot support the stability of the spatial Dao patterns. If the vast land is forcibly expanded, the spatial power will be exhausted, and the newly formed void will collapse in an instant.

Without the origin of space, this spatial Dao pattern will eventually collapse.

Li Mu raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the seven-colored light curtain of the Myriad Origin Sea, through the boundary light wall of the Chaotic Land, and looking towards the deepest part of the vast void.

"The origin of space... a supreme treasure of space... one must find such an existence in order to cultivate the second transformation of chaos!"

Li Mu sighed, put away the Chaos Giant Axe, and completely absorbed the Chaos Dao Domain into his body.

Li Mu formed hand seals, and the Dao patterns of time suddenly lit up. The power of time surged out from his Dao foundation like a tide, enveloping the entire chaotic land.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, the hundred thousand ancestral trees trembled in unison. The power of time washed over them like an invisible tide, and the marks of time rapidly spread across their trunks. Withering, rebirth, repeated seven times. Each withering made the roots grow deeper, and each rebirth made the trunk even stronger.

After seven cycles of reincarnation, the foundation of the 100,000 Ancestral Trees became as solid as a mountain, unshakable.

At the edge of the vast land, the power of time condensed into a gray-white light barrier, completely sealing off the four directions of the vast land. Time markings flowed endlessly on the surface of the light barrier, and the power of time surged like a tide.

The moment the external void turbulence touched the light barrier, the flow of time suddenly slowed down, and those violent turbulences instantly became slow and sluggish, unable to move an inch.

Li Mu withdrew his gaze, sat cross-legged between the seven primordial trees, closed his eyes, and the seven-colored radiance of the Myriad Origin Sea shone down on him, reflecting a few colorful hues onto his slightly pale face.

Above the tree canopy, seven-colored light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the endless void.

At the end of the Dao light, in the vast void, something was slowly opening its eyes and casting a glance toward the direction of the Chaotic Land.

That glimpse was both extremely distant and extremely close.

Extremely light, yet extremely heavy.

Li Mu's closed eyelids trembled slightly, but he ultimately did not open them. (End of Chapter)