Gou Dao and Cultivation of Immortals, Start from Farming

Li Mu landed in the center of the altar.

The altar beneath his feet was as transparent as glass, covered with spatial Dao patterns. Most of it had collapsed, with the remaining patterns flowing erratically. Fragments of the void fluttered down like snowflakes, silently dissolving upon touching the gray Dao light surrounding Li Mu.

The second fragment of the spatial Dao seal floated in front of me.

The size of a fist, transparent as nothing, with hundreds of layers of void inside, the origin of space surging like a tide, and fragmented Dao patterns flowing, originating from the same source as the fragment in the Chaos Dao Foundation.

The two pieces were no more than three feet apart.

A resonance arose instantly.

Li Mu clearly sensed that the frequencies of the two tremors gradually converged, like the beating of two hearts gradually syncing.

Li Mu formed hand seals, and a hazy Dao light surged out, enveloping the fragments. Chaotic Dao Yuan poured out like a flood bursting its banks, and transparent light flowed into Li Mu's meridians, acupoints, and the foundation of Chaotic Dao.

The spatial essence is incredibly concentrated!
It is several times more concentrated than the first fragment.

A hint of joy flashed across Li Mu's face as he exerted himself to guide...
The origin of space gradually became tamed and surged into the chaotic foundation.

The moment the two lines touched, the entire altar shattered with transparent light, and spatial runes lit up in patches. The remaining runes swirled wildly, drawing the chaotic spacetime forces within the secret realm towards the fragments.

The void within the secret realm distorted more intensely, and the flow of time became increasingly chaotic. In some places, a moment was equivalent to ten thousand years, while in others, ten thousand years were but a moment. Where spacetime overlapped, the void shattered, and turbulent currents surged backward.

Li Mu sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, his hands forming a mudra.

Chaotic Dao Yuan surged wildly, enveloping the two fragments and forcibly fusing them.

The fragments trembled and resisted, while the origin of the inner space surged like boiling water, and the Dao patterns flowed faster, attempting to break free from the shackles of the chaotic Dao essence.

The chaotic star vortex in Li Mu's eyes spun rapidly, and his chaotic will sank into the depths of the two fragments. He sensed the Daoist rhyme remaining in the Void Daoist Master, and following the guidance of that rhyme, he forcibly pieced the two fragments together.

At the gap between the two fragments, spatial patterns extended wildly, intertwining, weaving, and merging. The gap shrank inch by inch, from the width of a finger to the width of a line, from the width of a line to nothingness.

The altar trembled violently to the extreme.

The altar was covered in cracks, and the spatial runes crumbled in patches. The void of the secret realm was distorted to its limit, and the flow of time was completely disordered, alternating between fast and slow as if in a frenzy.

"Boom!" A loud noise.

The altar collapsed.

Transparent light, like the rising sun, illuminated the entire secret realm. Spatial fragments scattered and flew in all directions, and turbulent currents surged back like dragons. The void of the secret realm cracked layer by layer, collapsing from the edges to the center.

Li Mu sat cross-legged in the center of the shattered altar, his body surrounded by a hazy, radiant light that shot into the sky.

The two fragments completely merged.

The new fragment is about the size of a fist, transparent and with a restrained radiance. Its surface is covered with a dense network of Dao patterns, and as the Dao patterns flow, the void folds and turns, and the scene of being close yet worlds rotates endlessly.

The chaotic Dao foundation trembled violently.

Spatial Dao patterns extend from the new fragments, like tree roots sinking into the soil, penetrating deep into the foundation of the Dao, intertwining and entwining with the Dao patterns of time. The two patterns, one gray and one translucent, echo each other, gradually showing signs of merging.

Li Mu's body was enveloped in a gray aura that suddenly surged, interspersed with transparent radiance.

Within the body, the meridian walls are covered with spatial patterns that intertwine with the Dao patterns of time. The spatial power is deposited in the acupoints, and each acupoint reflects a folded void, with layers upon layers of void, without beginning or end.

The Chaos Dao Seal floats deep within the Dao Sea, its body shrouded in gray, flowing with the Dao Source of Time. On the seal's surface, transparent patterns emerge, intertwining with the Dao Patterns of Time to outline a completely new pattern.

The patterns are gray with a hint of white, flowing with both clear and turbid energies, with the long river of time surging within, and layers of emptiness folding over each other.

Chaos transforms into two phases, with time as its foundation and space as its framework.

Li Mu opened his eyes, and within them was a deep, unfathomable vortex of chaotic stars. At the center of the vortex, the river of time surged and floated in the void. The river of time and the source of space resonated faintly.

With a thought, Li Mu condensed a hazy light in his palm, with fragments of time flowing within it. The light transformed into a hazy longsword, then into a transparent shield, and finally into a hazy, intertwined halberd.

Space folding.

Li Mu flicked his finger.

The halberd flew out, and the moment it touched the void at the edge of the secret realm, the halberd tip folded in the void, turning what was close into the ends of the earth. The halberd pierced through the folded void, instantly traversing tens of thousands of miles, and appeared outside the secret realm.

A smile appeared on Li Mu's lips. With a wave of his hand, the halberd vanished.

The chaotic will sank into the depths of the new fragment.

Within the fragments, the residual Daoist essence of the Void Daoist Master flowed. Transparent threads extended from the fragments, spreading into the depths of the void. These threads were denser, more numerous, and extended farther than they had a hundred years ago.

One thread points to the far east, another to the far north, and yet another to the far west.

The silk thread from the far west is the thickest, the brightest, and has the strongest pulling force.

Li Mu's chaotic will spread along that thread, piercing through void rifts, turbulent currents, and all obstacles.

……

Li Mu withdrew his chaotic will and stood up.

The secret realm has completely collapsed, with fragments of the void scattering like snowflakes and turbulent currents surging like a tide.

Li Mu took a step forward, his figure transforming into a gray streak of light, and fled swiftly towards the far west.
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The primordial chaos, the source of all paths.

Ancient Dao Ancestor sat cross-legged on the Star Evolution Dao Platform, the light curtain of the Source Measurement Array flowing. A gray light wall stood at the boundary, the scale of time flowing endlessly, the power of the years surging like a tide.

Business as usual.

Xue'er stood in the center of the platform, her Taiyin True Eyes rotating between her brows, moonlight cascading down like a waterfall, her icy blue eyes gazing into the depths of the void, where the hazy Dao light had long since vanished.

"Miss Xue'er, the Dao Master's departure will only last a hundred years, there's no need to worry too much!" Dao Ancestor Gu Xi knew her thoughts and comforted her with a smile.

Xue'er nodded silently without saying anything.

Dao Ancestor Haotian sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, starlight swirling around him as he rapidly calculated with his fingers. Suddenly, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?" asked Gu Xi Dao Zu.

Dao Ancestor Haotian frowned and said, "The secrets of heaven are in disarray, and we cannot deduce them. Something just feels wrong."

Gu Xi Daozu looked at the light curtain. The gray light wall was as solid as a mountain. Beyond the boundary, the void was dead silent, with turbulent currents surging, but there was nothing unusual.

"The formation is stable, and there is no sign of the enemy! Fellow Daoist Haotian, we can deduce it later!" Dao Ancestor Gu Xi comforted him.

Dao Ancestor Haotian nodded, his starry eyes gazing into the depths of the light screen, a lingering unease still present.

Beyond the boundaries of the chaotic vast land.

A thin crack appeared in the void.

The grayish-white silkworm cocoon was squeezed out from the crack without a sound. The surface of the cocoon was covered with causal Dao patterns, which concealed all traces of its presence. The perception of the Time Wall swept over the cocoon as if sweeping over the void, without any reaction.

The silkworm cocoon slowly floated towards the wall of light.

The moment it touched the light barrier, the causal patterns on the surface of the cocoon suddenly lit up, and the time scale on the light barrier paused slightly, cracking open with a thin fissure.

The silkworm cocoon burrows into the crevice.

The light barrier healed, and the timeline continued to flow, as if nothing had happened.

The silkworm cocoon passed through the light wall, through the outer wall of the Chaos Array, through the edge of the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, and drifted towards the depths of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Origins.

Under the cover of the Daoist patterns of cause and effect, no one noticed.

The river of time is frozen like a mirror, while eerie white light blankets the sky and earth.

The Demon Mother sat cross-legged at the source of the long river, her long hair hanging down, all the human-faced fruits falling off, the ends of her hair glowing with a faint, eerie white light like a flickering candle. Chains of cause and effect bound her limbs, waist, and neck, the ends of the chains piercing into the cracks of the demonic crystal, sealing off its core.

The Primordial Dao Lord stood outside the cage, his hands forming a hand seal, and the Daoist energy of cause and effect flowed like a tide.

Thirty years have passed since the silkworm cocoons were produced.

The Primordial Dao Lord uses the power of cause and effect to sense the location of the silkworm cocoon daily. The silk threads pierce through the void, extending towards the Chaotic Vast Land. The cocoon's aura is stable; it has already passed through the barrier of time and entered the edge of the Forest of Myriad Ancestors.

The Lord of Purple Extremes sat cross-legged to one side of the Dao Platform, surrounded by nine purple sun dharma images, his purple eyes looking at the Lord of Primordial Dao: "How is it?"

The Primordial Dao Lord opened his eyes, his chaotic pupils calm as still water: "The cocoon has entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors. In another seventy years, it can reach the depths of the Origin Sea." The Netherworld Dao Lord's deathly aura surged, his eerie green eyes flickering, and he asked with concern, "Did that boy notice anything?"

The Primordial Dao Master said confidently, "My Dao of Cause and Effect conceals the secrets of Heaven, so he cannot detect them."

The Purple Emperor's purple eyes narrowed: "The Demon Mother is credible?"

The Primordial Dao Master said calmly, "Her strange crystal is sealed within my chains of cause and effect; it could shatter with a single thought. She dares not harbor any disloyal thoughts."

The Lord of You Sha Dao was skeptical, but said, "That would be best."

The Primordial Dao Master closed his eyes, and the Daoist rhythm of cause and effect continued to flow, sensing the location of the silkworm cocoon.

The Lord of Purple Extreme and the Lord of Netherworld exchanged a glance, then closed their eyes to regulate their breathing, awaiting the hundred-year period.
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The primordial land, the forest of all ancestors.

The gray-white silkworm cocoon drifted silently, its surface covered with dense patterns of cause and effect, concealing all traces of its presence.

The perception of the Time-Boundary Barrier swept across the cocoon as if sweeping across the void. Layers of array patterns flowed around the outer walls of the Chaos Array, and the cocoon passed through the gaps in these patterns without the array reacting in the slightest.

In the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, ten thousand ancestral trees stand tall, their trunks shrouded in a gray haze, shimmering with a flowing Daoist light, while seven-colored radiances intertwine among their branches and leaves like a sea. Daoist soldiers sit cross-legged beneath the trees, their various Daoist lights flickering erratically, while Daoist Ancestors meditate with their eyes closed.

The silkworm cocoon passed through the cracks in the ancestral tree.

Beneath an ancestral tree, the ancient Dao Ancestor sat cross-legged, his clear eyes reflecting the light screen of the Source Measurement Array. Above the light screen, a gray light barrier stood as solid as a mountain, and beyond its boundary, the void was deathly silent.

The silkworm cocoon floated past a hundred feet above the head of the Ancient Dao Ancestor, the Dao patterns of cause and effect flashed slightly, without the slightest trace of its aura leaking out.

Gu Xi Daozu was completely unaware.

The silkworm cocoon continued to drift, passing through the Forest of Ten Thousand Ancestors, and heading towards the depths of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Dao Sources, passing through one Dao-Merging Ancestor Tree after another, layer upon layer of array walls, silently and without a trace.
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The source of all things lies deep within the ocean.

Seven primordial ancestral trees stand tall, their trunks shrouded in gray light, with seven-colored radiance interwoven among their branches and leaves like a sea.

The Golden Crow perches on a branch, its charred feathers long since healed, the Heavenly Flame surging like a tide. The Azure Dragon coils around the tree trunk, its scales and armor reforming, the Wood element teeming with life. The Black Tortoise lies beneath the tree, its shell mending, the Weak Water churning ceaselessly. The Qilin lies at the tree root, its broken horn growing back, the Earth element's light soaring to the heavens. The White Tiger crouches beside the tree, its missing teeth growing back, the Metal element's sharpness cleaving the sky. The Thunder God wields his hammer, the cracked hammer healing, purple lightning traversing the void. The Wind God flicks his sleeve, the torn sleeve mended, a hurricane sweeping across heaven and earth.

The roots of the seven trees intertwine like a net, penetrating deep into the source sea. The roots are as thick as dragons, entwined with each other, with gaps between them as dense as a honeycomb. The source vein spiritual network flows between the roots, and the source energy surges like a tide, pouring into the roots of the seven trees.

The silkworm cocoons drifted to the outer edge of the root system of the seven trees.

The Demon Mother hid within the silkworm cocoon, her white eyes peering through the causal Dao patterns towards the area where the roots of the seven trees intertwined like a net.

A boundless vitality surged from the roots of the seven trees, with a hazy, ethereal light flowing and intertwining with seven colors. The spiritual network of the source veins was densely woven, and the source energy surged like boiling water, with each vein of the network drawing upon the very origin of the entire chaotic land.

The Ghost Mother sensed a familiar aura deep within the roots of the Seven Trees.

The aura of the Lord of Chaos.

Of course.

That aura was as restrained as an abyss, as steady as a mountain, yet without the slightest fluctuation.

The strange mother's white eyes flickered slightly.

"He's not here!"

The Demon Mother secretly pondered that the Lord of Chaos was not at the source. That aura was merely a remnant of the Daoist essence deep within the roots of the Seven Trees, not the true Lord himself.

The Demon Mother manipulated the silkworm cocoon, causing it to fall towards the core area where the roots of the seven trees intertwined.

The root system was riddled with gaps, some as large as caves, others as small as pinholes. The silkworm cocoon chose a relatively large gap and slowly sank down. The gap was located where three thick roots converged, surrounded by a dense network of primordial energy veins, with primordial energy surging like a tide.

The silkworm cocoon sank into the crevice.

The Dao patterns of cause and effect flowed, and the grayish-white light on the surface of the silkworm cocoon shimmered slightly, intertwining with the surrounding grayish Dao light. The Ghost Mother made hand seals, and the Dao patterns of cause and effect were reduced to their extreme. The ghostly white light sank into the deepest part of the ghostly crystal, silent as a dead thing.

The silkworm cocoon lay dormant in the crevices of the root system, merging seamlessly with the surrounding source vein network, showing no abnormalities whatsoever.

The mother of the demons closed her eyes, and the demonic path was completely concealed.

It does not corrode.

It does not devour.

No action.

Just waiting.

Waiting for the return of the Lord of Chaos.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the Ghost Mother's mouth.

The Primordial Dao Master thought she wouldn't dare to harbor any disloyal thoughts. The chains of cause and effect sealed the strange crystal, which could be shattered with a single thought. She truly couldn't overturn the heavens.

Of course.

The Primordial Dao Master miscalculated one thing.

The flaw in the Deceptive Path lies in the fact that its origin is not cultivated by oneself, but rather comes from the erosion of all paths.

The Great Dao of Cause and Effect traces back to its source and severs its roots, which can precisely restrain the ability of the Devious Path to erode all paths. The Primordial Dao Master sealed the Devious Crystal with the Chain of Cause and Effect, severing the connection between the Devious Path and the erosion of all paths. She was indeed unable to erode all paths anymore.

but.

The art of deception excels at both erosion and concealment.

The faint, eerie white light hidden between the chains and the strange crystal was as thin as a spider's thread. The Primordial Dao Master had never noticed it even after refining the strange crystal for so many years, and this was enough to support her control over the cocoon.

It doesn't erode, it only hides.

The Primordial Dao Master thought she would erode the roots of the Seven Trees in the Source Sea, severing the connection between the Source Vein and the Seven Trees. But she refused.

The Demon Mother must wait for the return of Li Mu, the Lord of Chaos.

The day Li Mu returns will be the day she is freed from her predicament.

At that time, the Chaos Dao Lord will wage war against the Three Realms. She will sit back and watch the two sides fight, and when both sides are injured, she will reap the benefits.

The Mother of Demons closed her eyes, and a faint white light lay dormant quietly in the deepest part of the demonic crystal.

The silkworm cocoon lay dormant in the crevices of the seven tree roots, with causal Dao patterns flowing around it, concealing all traces of its presence.

Deep within the Myriad Paths Source Sea, seven trees swayed, and seven-colored Dao light soared into the sky.

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

Unbeknownst to anyone, a gray-white silkworm cocoon lay quietly asleep in the crevice of the roots.
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The Primordial Vast Realm.

The Primordial Dao Master sat cross-legged on the Dao Platform, his body radiating a surging tide of causal Dao energy.

suddenly.

The Primordial Dao Lord opened his eyes, his chaotic pupils flashing slightly.

The causal threads sensed the location of the silkworm cocoon and entered the depths of the Myriad Paths Source Sea, remaining silent and still.

"It's done."

The Primordial Dao Master murmured a phrase, his hands forming hand seals, and the Daoist principles of cause and effect surged forth. Threads emerged from his fingertips, piercing through the void and extending towards the chaotic vast land, sensing the state of the cocoon.

The silkworm cocoon remained as still as a dead object, without the slightest ripple.

The Primordial Dao Master frowned slightly.

The silkworm cocoon was completely silent, without any erosion, devouring, or movement; it simply lay quietly in the crevices of the seven tree roots.

"What is the Ghost Mother doing?"

The Primordial Dao Master harbored doubts and activated the Dao of Cause and Effect to its fullest extent, sending silk threads into the cocoon in an attempt to sense the state of the Demon Mother.

The moment the silk thread touched the cocoon, an extremely faint, eerie white aura emanated from the depths of the cocoon. The aura was so weak that it would be almost imperceptible unless the Primordial Dao Lord used all his senses to perceive it.

The Demon Mother is still alive, but silent. (End of Chapter)